When people are nervous
they sip from their drinks
as they walk by
they don't know how to occupy themselves

I was right about him
His eyes speak a thousand words
grunts
scuffling for positioning
in vain attempts to occupy
himself

Every winding road
is another curve
and every horizon
is but an empty promise
and an empty feeling in the gut

Turn the corner
avoid the open handshakes
and sweaty palms
and those strange moments when people smile
nod
and say unintelligible things
at the same time
in one breath

In fact short breaths
keep pulses high
aces high
jokers wild
and he is but an omega
on an alpha's table
with the feeling
that the chips are stacked
and there are some tricks up the sleeve

I told you
he is like a child
in a stranger's home

How dare you have such a small mind
Final salutations
you're free to go
but there is nothing beyond

Always scorned and made fun of
for being different
you're one of them