a man less amused
not really alive or dead
if you watch him close, faltering
you won't see anything new
you won't see anything interesting

and such is this deformity
to consume this unfortunate man.
it is not new, nor interesting.
but consuming none the less.

so he sleepwalks through the motions
every bit of this, reminiscent.
every action like a mirror.

so close to happiness
that never comes