Clockwork Man
The broken man smiles, when he doesn’t have to. He laughs, even when there is nothing funny. He looks up the sky and wonders why he is like this, but the sky does not reply.
At the table, he eats, with burning vigor, and yet, already weak, grows weaker still as the days go by. Walking at the heads of the popular lines, he envisions the sun on its rise and no one sees him.
His mind could fly, high and yet, instead of using his minds inner eye he ponders on the fact that, one day, he will die. Looking up to the sky he sits and cries and wonders why oh why and the sky does not reply.