II

People. 

He's with people, some are his; most are not.

A mass of moving bodies and voices, disconnected from him.

Questions circle his mind like hungry predators chasing the scent of blood.

A blood trail of unanswered questions.

Famished of answers, he dives into the darkness; desperate, hunting.

The chosen swim with him, together in the unknown.

The other mass of moving vessels passes him by.

He plays the part, delivering award-winning performances.

Dead batteries chronically running on one percent.

The spiral of echoes continue as he descends, unaware of where the cliff is.