I seen a man

I seen a man,

I seen a man with the crack of lightning in his feet.

I seen a man who feels the soul through his soles,
But his mind is not laced tightly.
His spirit is twisted, ankled to the will of the surroundings.

I seen a man and he has gift,
But beware, his heart may be callous and his will heels at nothing.

I seen a man with illusionary razor blades cutting further into his attention span.
Unaware of the passing years he has yet to catch up to.

Now he marches in mediocrity with the capacity to be great.
Only his dreams separate him now.
Thoughts that filled the air appear within and confuse him of his insight.

I seen a man in a room where the fourth wall clouds his thoughts from his everyday persistence,
And required words trying to find one another explore every part of his existence.

The existential, experiential, surrealistic, unbound potential wakes him up at night
subconsciously aware of the thoughts that fill the air.

As death falls upon deaf ears, the puddle of life returning,
Blind eyes become the seer of life beyond the sight of mortal fear.

I seen a man.

I seen a man.