Samuel

Meet Samuel.
5 foot 10.
Clothes undetermined.
Arms beaten.
9 o'clock shadow.
Eye almost twitches, unwillingly.
Mind wanders to another time.
He's a man from today.
A savior from yesterday.

He stands amongst the shore of his broken dream.
Looking far beyond his imagination.
Unsure of where he must go.
Looking past the horizon.
The horizon of his own angst.
Dreaming of a better day.
Better yet different.
Sharing his thoughts with those who care.
Looking into the eyes of others.
Looking into the depth of his own dream.
From where must he go to now?
Where will his quest end?

His life seems obsolete.
Miscalculated and at risk.
He can be mistaken.
Mistaken for his own reality.
All he dreams is for logic.
Proven to his words.
All he fathoms is mind.
Heart has far defeated him.
He can look love in the eye.
Without a glimpse of regret.

Light seems to beckon him.
Brought on by a greater truth.
A larger power.
Until how far must he seem void.
Empty with emotion.

As the day seems to end.
Closed.
Like a long awaited journey finally reaching their destination.
He knows that their will be a days end when all will be answered.
His minds and souls, they will all be at heart.
Content without regret.

So said the pauper to the naïve child.