Walk

He walks, eyes on the ground, earphones in, listening to his favorite band. Unaware of the world and the people passing around, his feet keep moving. The mellow music keeps playing.

Brown are his eyes
Black, his hair
White are his socks
But Transparent his stare

Hazel his heart

Saturn his soul

Oily his thoughts

And murky his goal

Dark is the ground

But Green is his stride

Turquoise the air

And Golden his Guide

And he Walks.