I ought to liken him to
angels or heroes
but he is merely a man –
bad driver
deeply self-conscious
slow texter
slightly oblivious
always overthinking
fears confrontation
stuck in a daydream
seeking inspiration
constantly afraid he’s
failing his duty
staring at rubbish and
imagining beauty
tangled in thoughts ten
fathoms deep
convinced the sky will
crash on his head
and bury him alive if he
oversleeps –
yes, he’s merely a man,
a catastrophe of random
qualities
of human flaws and
nature’s laws
but somehow still exqui
site
and that is the greatest
miracle of mankind
