I see a boy
Inside a man
Who sits there
Talking to his hand.

Although he smiles
His head’s hung low.
Some people stare
But does he know?

Up to his feet,
Quickly he stands
Singing a song,
Clapping his hands.

I feel so sad,
Yet I’m naïve,
To what he feels,
Thinks and believes.

And as he leaves,
I’m forced to ask –
Is he alone;
His smile a mask?

Was he gifted?
Was he weird?
Doesn’t matter –
He’s disappeared.