• The Invisible Man


    There once was a man in a painting,
    He wore a shell of a hat, checkered jacket and jeans
    That was all that was left to the eye,
    For of his face there was nothing to see.

    He ran through a field and a forest,
    And the grass would have tickled his knees,
    But for this one simple problem;
    There were simply just no knees to see.

    He was running quite fast for some reason,
    (You could tell by the pose of his hands).
    I wonder, was he late for something,
    This mysterious invisible man?

    The painting itself was quite simple,
    Had there been a man just to see,
    But the fact still stands that there wasn't
    A face staring back into me.

    As others passed by the painting,
    No second thought to be had,
    He remains in my thoughts and my wonderings,
    That mysterious invisible man.