Beady Eyes

As I walked..he walked.

As I stopped..he did too. Staring at me with his beady eyes..meeting my gaze with his own.

Sad - I thought - to be trapped like that. All day long - looking out from within. Maybe he believed I had the answers. Maybe he hoped I held a magic key.

Two steps forward. Two steps back. He walked there right alongside me.

He didn't know that the answers to the questions..he carries inside him. No matter where he goes..there he'll be. Back and forth he paced - looking to be set free.