There is nothing special about him
There is nothing striking about him
There is nothing engaging about him
He holds sadness in his heart
He sees pain in the world
He hears sorrow around him
There he holds warmth in his lap
There he holds knowledge at his finger tips
There he holds humanity with a touch
He has nothing special to offer
He has nothing striking to show
He has nothing engaging to share
There he holds joy in his heart
There he sees pleasure in the world
There he hears delight around him
He holds coldness in his lap
He holds ignorance at his finger tips
He holds callousness with a touch
They are separate but equal
They are one in the same
They are together