The steel of the grey in his eyes
Steadfast in their terror inspiring stare
Gaze grippingly at which others overlook
The smile of that young cashier
The discontent of that ticket taker
The greed in that child’s crying eyes
The virtue in that painted girl
Remains lost on those without his sight
Widespread chaos across this county fair
This playground for alcohol fueled
And over sugared children of every age
Fantasies in thin rubber
Balloons of every shade
Held by menacing creatures
With blood red features
Dead and trampled grass
Reveal it’s muddy bliss
Immortalizing each passing footprint
For a moment
Only to be forgotten
With each passing step
The Traveler sees it all
Through filters only he knows
And judges each soul using only his logic
Watching and waiting for the perfect end to his day
When he will drift into the woods just beyond this place
Carrying a prize of his own
To lay his roots of pain and torment
And watch through their fading eyes
As another summer day passes by