Jean the Invisible

As I was walking down the road,
Color changed the world gone by,
But standing still,
My dear friend Jean,
Changed... along with it.

I noticed he seemed invisible,
To all the passersby,
It seemed none but I could see him,
Though he stood by their sides.

A wind blowed past and pitied him,
Closed in as,
A hurricane,
Till a flame stood in the way,
And colored and consumed him.

Now he didn't die,
But he never lived,
And for some, this,
Is rebirth,
But he turned around,
Walked back to me,
And continued his own way.


Never let society, police you as a wallflower. If you have something different about you, let it show, for no matter how bad you think it might be, not belonging to any norm, is what makes you an individual.

"Everyone is truly crazy, but the ones who don't admit they are, are worse off than the ones who do."

ISA