Lost

There he was, walking
Destination unknown even to him
Although it seemed the contrary was quite true

Hood over his dark hair
As if to protect something only he knows
Skin white as the sand of a beach
Looking soft and glowing
His eyes gloomy after a restless night
Jeans torn at the heels
As if over-worn
Shoes on the verge of being torn
As if he never really did sit down and relax...

But yet, manages to smile at passersby

And one wonders
with all that we have
with all that we get
Why can't we force a smile out to even ones whom we know
Ones who have helped us in the past; or even
Ones who are so prominent in our daily lives
And make a deep impression for life?

When it all boils down
Everyone is lost
And don't even know
Until it is much too late