Weighs like the feather of a bird

Throbbing heart is his recognition

Wishes to get connected with others

But likes to be away from the crowd

Wants to see the world with his own eyes

But sees it from the eyes of others

All want him, all need him

Has no delusion of subjectivity

Not unread, not well-read also

knowledge is not his burden

Instinctive belief is his knowledge

Don't know of what soil this man is made of