Subtext People

He doesn't usually walk,
He paces,
A nod to the computer guy,
A friendly hello to the arrogant shopkeeper.

Always on the move,
Popular with the masses,
But I am struggling here,
To anatomize his language.

Sometimes I think he is a saint,
But then I know he has skeletons in his closet,
We should have a few,
Everyone has them, he doesn't seem any different.

I can't see him in the eye,
What if he really has no subtext,
What I see is what he is,
And I am the one with the real issues that need sorting out.

~ A Poem By Fizz, © 2014

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