Looking in the Mirror

It was such a pleasant saturnine afternoon in the town.
Just as like any other afternoon in the town. As he,
Walked the stretched streets.
It always happened, as he walked by.
They all hushed as they all stared at his worthy pride
He was just confused and as moronic.
Nor did the thought roll in his mind,
As to why.
He just flaunts, as they all want.

 
A stroll alone.
Near a pond, not too far from town.
A clear thought of curiosity,
Just wanted to know why.
All the stares, flares, and crushes.

 

Saw his reflection
And finally found why
So many worries.
Walking in circles, but could not stop looking
Just attracted as if he were one of them that
Have crushed upon him

 
This could not live,
It is too pretty, too attractive.
It must no longer be seen.
Sacrifice is the only thing.
Just one last look at this beautiful human being.