A silent spectator
Watching from a corner,
Mimicking the motions
Without feeling.

A disguised outsider
Trying to fit in,
Hearing empty words
Instead of prayers.

A lonely fox
Among pious sheep,
Wanting to believe
But never able.

A lost explorer
Who threw away the map,
Waiting for a sign
That never came.

A single player
In a game of hide and seek,
Where nobody was hiding
And only he was seeking.

An unwilling collector
Of dead gods and broken heroes,
Who realized the truth
Was never out there.

A simple stoic fool
Smiling in the rain,
Running with his demons
Hand in hand.