Poem in Anger

Emotionless. He looks like those replicas in Madam Tuso.
Restless. He wrestles and hassles like a mouse in cage.
Time. Meaningless if there is no sense of importance and urgency.
Help. No one hear him. No one see him. Wonder himself, insignificant or unseen.
World. His own world. Isolated. Surreal. Dreamy. Uncertainties.
Anger. People think he is lucky. Only he knows the flames breath out and in.
His song. Nowhere man, doesn’t know what he is doing.
His plan for nobody. His point of view doesn’t exist.
Joy and peace. Maybe the early spring next year will give a hint.