He sits above the rest, watching
Eyes blue and sorrow-filled
A soul born of a different age
Surrounded by confusion.
With his round frames, lenses
Clothes tie-dyed and rumbled
A man from another time
Drifting in and out.
He walks among the others, alone
Hair blond and disheveled
A boy lost in the world
Forgotten by the past.
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This piece was inspired by the hippy who takes the same bus as me. I do not know his name.
Edit: I now know his name.