He had no mind,

no sense,

in fact,

he had nothing at all,

he was thin and tall,

dark complected,

with deep set brown eyes,

beneath thick eyebrows,

and the man cries,

but doesn’t realize,

he moves like a man

who spent years on the streets,

no shoes,

and deep cuts on his feet,

his hips and shoulders

pushing his body forward,

but slow,

almost in like a locomotive fashion,

but he had nowhere to go,

his face rarely breaks

from an unsettling stare,

he rarely blinks,

but doesn’t know he can care,

homeless with no mind,

which probably keeps away the fear,

but yet he cries,

but he doesn’t realize.