The sound of the rushing water soothes his aching mind

He sits by the fountain all day, just to pass the time

Getting much enjoyment and not having to spend a dime

He writes rhymes and rhymes

Painstakingly trying to solve the riddle that is time

The water continues to rush: soothing his aching mind

 

He does not wish to move

For fear that he will lose

Lose, the answer that is on the tip of his tongue

He does not want to leave

Without his song being unsung

 

The water continues to rush

Rushing and flowing

Pushing and pulling

Ebbing and slowing

Never stoping, always foaming

 

And yet he sits

Phone dead and mind alive

He wishes not to be apart of the hive mind

He wishes to be himself: strong and kind

ALIVE!

Not blind.

 

The water stops and he leaves

Journeys back to the bed where he sleeps

No sound is made now, not a peep.