A mans world...

He sits in darkness patiently in his own world
Waiting for different scenarios to unfold
He likes the comfort of his own blanket
He tries to understand the world by interpret
He likes to indulge in the mind
Trying to look for new philosophies he might find
But have you ever wondered why he sits alone
Because he has never been given that love, he's made of stone
Instead he's always looked for comfort in his phone
Something that he could trust and own
The dark mystical eyes sometimes form deep sadness
But he will never show this likeness
He expresses himself through deep creative poetry
His intelligence is evolutionary
It's hard to understand what's created in his mind
Because he is a lost soul that I'm trying to rebind
Going back to his childhood I'm trying to rewind
I'm not trying to fix this man
I just want to understand where his spirit began