Poker Face
He walks alone,
Without a care,
In the world.
Wonders,
Endlessly,
On the green,
Plains.
Poker face all,
The way through.
Shows nothing.
Yet body and,
Soul show all.
The fear,
The pain,
The joy,
The laughter,
All in one,
Go.
Nothing stops this,
Man.
Only nods when,
Called out to.
He responds or,
Slowly falling,
Asleep.
No one knows,
Why he does,
This.
He just does.
Carefree and,
Unaware of things,
Around him.
The poker face,
Does not falter,
As the man,
Reaches the end,
Of the hill.
In time,
To see the,
Large star set,
Behind grey,
Mountains.
Over years,
He has been,
Doing this.
Alone,
Yes.
But does not,
Feel alone.
No he is at,
Peace.
He is where,
He’s meant,
To be.
Walking down,
The hill,
And off to,
Dream land.
Only to,
Reload,
And start all,
Over again.
Poker face,
Once again,
The he has to,
Show it.
But yet smiles,
On the inside.
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