where he mingles with the crowd,
he loses himself, and forgets his essence.
if there is a truth, it is the truth of his breath.
but he has replaced it with lies. and opens his eyes too wide to see his reflection.

tell him what to feel, or who to turn to, but tell him most of all that he can sit back and turn away from the running hamsters.
instead, if he could, and should he do so, perhaps, he would know her, she who has been standing behind him all this while.