He glows in this hollow being
His songs in my mind, he sings
Nobody knows this in significant being
He lives in the shadows of his home
His home is mine
to this world, he has not yet arrived
but in my mind he is an infant slowly coming alive
he is an old soul
and knows all
in disguise he crawls
in dirt he lurks
slowly….
soundlessly…
he watches it all…
to the eyes of the common he is nothing
but little do they know he is all knowing
they say he is below all
the rich
the middle class
the poor
they walk pass by noticing nothing
unnoticed maybe…he..
but HE sees it all
but he HEARS it all
and he knows more than anyone will ever know
he is the dirty old pauper in my mind