Innocuous

He opens his eyes

Sunlight on his face

Another day

He eats and bathes and he exists

A tie and black shoes

Hair combed to the side

Smile painted on the lips

And he becomes one

With them

A face in a sea of faces

Innocuous

After eight hours of existence

The horizon swallows the sun

Lying on his bed

Moonlight on his face

Another night

He sleeps and dreams and he lives.