He looks through me
to my soul
piercing eyes, blind sincere smile,
he understands, he understands,
nods quietly, wise beyond words,
pure, angelic, whole is his soul.
His wisdom flows
through his veins
proud, so proud, of his humility,
he's progressed to that point
where progression is meaningless,
complete, at last, whole is his soul.
The world's woes
he understands, he understands,
so has moved on to better things
it is petty, dirty, trivial here,
his eyes have penetrated deeper,
in peace, they rest, whole is his soul.