Fresh
Not a shit was given as he said goodbye
the usual pang of lost hope was nil
Steadfast in what he knows and doesn’t,
finding comfort in curiosity
At peace upon this plane of being
breathing deep sigh of relief
Why are these people drawn to him
they say he is amazing, an awakening
perhaps for future thought
what blasted him from reverie was
handled with humbled grace
seeking to awaken the addled minds
of any he comes across
he will not shirk for polite correctness
such is a banal, wasted life.
Hitchhiker 