Eternal

Tall and distant, he’d disappear in an instant;
Into his comfort-zone, his room
Away from all the chaos, the gloom.

In his recluse all is calm.
The company of himself is his balm.
Deep within, this is not his desire
But it’s become a habit he can’t retire.

From somewhere south of East Asia,
He’d seek something new, he’d become a stranger.
Starry-eyed, he’d cross the seas,
Searching out an opportunity he must seize.

The burden of expectations towed behind him.
The fear of not catching up obscures his dream.
Fitting into an image deemed as ideal,
His true depths he’d scarcely reveal.

Do I really know him? I’d say I do –
He whose last name rhymes with ‘Moo‘.
There’s still much, yet, to uncover.
Many nuances to still discover.

An eternal skeptic, he’d always question.
Mysterious and sentimental, I’d dare mention.
Patient as Job, watching, waiting,
Fortitude, with time, I saw him gaining.

Not fully revealed; He’s finding himself,
He’d need support, he’d take the help.

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