He never knew why,
'cause others saw.
But why should he know
when it didn't do difference?
But as time ticked and flew-crawled by; he
uncovered the core of
With waves of emanating-dislike
-for himself- society and himself-enormous-
he buried himself alive.
No more to be.
Now he drags and lurching-crawls,
longing-long love, longing-long life,
realising abrupt time.
Now he knows better than
listen himself-society talk,
when himself-miniscule knew truth.
Beauty is inside.