A Thought.

There was once a wise man.

He had no real reason to be so named, for he had never experienced anything.

And yet was able to understand anyone’s woes, as if he himself had, in the past, a similar episode.

Days and days he sat alone,

Away from the politics

Away from the drama

Away from the life,

And there he contemplated, thought nothing except of himself and his being.

As if he was waiting for something he would never receive,

The warm embrace of a friend

The determined look of a rival

The kind smile of a lover

Yet as he sat devoid of feeling,

Traumatized by pasts that never happened, relating to emotions he had never felt,

No epiphany came, and the routine continued.

Into eternity staring at the heavens,

And then the wise man was gone

For he never could be both wise and truly human.