Circadian Man
Born in a woeful pit of existence;
a rhythmic energy mislaid for years.
Quietly learning all about light:
about love, about hate, about fear.
A somewhat polite and meaningful man;
his etiquette; his manners; his ways.
Studying this so-called normality:
this mortal twenty-four-hour phase.
Solemnly sampling life for himself,
surviving and battling on through.
Tasting triumphs of modern man:
like you, from a child he grew.
A radiant man: a gentleman;
glistening stars in his eyes can be seen.
A heart and mind from another realm.
What does he want? Where has he been?
He walks like you; even talks like you:
blends in on a regular basis.
How would you know if you met this man,
when clocked by a million faces?