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I saw a man across the way,
A man that piqued my curiosity.
As he sat, hands folded neatly in his lap,
He simply stared without cause.

He stared off into the unpopulated space,
The air that belonged to no man.
He peered at things that did not exist.
His eyes lay upon emptiness.

This is because this man was not looking with his eyes.
I saw a man that gazed with his soul,
For his gaze did not extend outward,
But inward.

I saw a man that had nowhere to be.
A man that had nothing to do.
He simply existed within himself,
Leaving the world outside himself untouched.

I began to envy this man.
I envied this man who had forgotten the time,
This man who had never known the hustle.
He was simply a man across the way.