he walks alone as though no one's to come

away from his group of those that sit down

when he is seperate, he is only one

as hands behind him crossed with his head bowed

his singing of the deep pitch, like a hum

but as the mouth is open, so's the mind

how far he goes is what he has become

to leave the group, the sitting group, behind

his feet cross lanes but his walk's keeping still

he's now gone farther than what we can see

and disappearing he is so, until

the minutes he's not here are brevity

so i among the sitters sit on ground

before there's something better he has found