He is a glutton of sorts, for though he has all he could ever need, he is always wanting more.
It is a strange sensation, this young man, for the more he pursues, the more what he has dwindles, though not strange at all if you think about it.
He loves those that ignore him, and ignores those that love him.
But dont we all?
If only this young man could see where he stood, and what he was doing,
Perhaps he might hold on to something, for once
But unfortunately, he is not the brightest.
At least thats what is said.
He is actually quite perceptive, enough so to realize that
The bright do not prosper in friendships
And the kind do not attract attention
So he himself is satisfied with being dull and misunderstood.
Poor little rebel.
Poor little wrecking ball.
His heart is stone, for he is smart enough to talk without connecting, to be loved without loving, and he has figured out how to live life with as little effort as possible.
He has learned to move on when companions realize who he is.
There are enough suckers in the world, after all.