The smile on his face.
Looks like a special
Child
Who just wants to know
What comes next;
Blessed with intuition.
A talent
Once forgotten,
Sensitive in the extreme.
You can’t fool him;
He watches everything,
But doesn’t know
The beam of light
Focused on him
Gives him away.
He must slow down,
Or reach solid ground
Or end up in the lost and found.
