The wanderer came and went as he pleased
He belonged to no man or place
His feet took him places with ease
Where he met defeat with grace.
He feasted with men and women
But saw not one pleased him.
For they were so alike, he said.
Yet they were different and unique.
He saw that by choice, they've plugged their umbilical cords
To what everyone wanted
To what everyone said,
Awaiting feedback.
It was beautiful - he thought -
When he saw that they thought not for themselves.
And that they no longer had sense of self.
Who are they? - but what strangers call them?
Who do they become? - but what’s spoken of them?
Magnificent's' - their umbilical cords would transmit to them.
The words brought smile and happiness, and their souls would be filled with joy.
Idiots - their umbilical cords transmitted next and they cried, basked not in glory but shame.
The wanderer saw this,
Yet came and went as he pleased.
He belonged to no man or place
Yet he feasted with them
For he was one of them,
So different and unique -
With his umbilical cord plugged to what they spoke of him
Awaiting feedback.
