He sits and sits eyes twitching, nervous of his next move.
Weight upon his shoulders bears no restraint; clouds beyond the skies offer no clear path,
Feeling lost yet alone, family distinguished and friends live in silence,
He is lonely in minds own violence, carefully planning exits if green tinged four leaf clover, wilts once more.
Will the tethered kite of which he dreams, fly to his aid or faded images pass on by.
Hope nurtures his warm heart, beating lightly, skipping out of time. Fi