It watched the world through a cage. A cage with bars that bent neither to the powers of space or time, a cage that could neither be felt nor heard. It remained there encapsulated within its own thought, we watched yet we paid no attention to it; only glaring as we walked past. We could not understand it, so we did not listen. Its cries and screams could not be heard, as they did not exist. For he did not realize when he was trapped, only until everybody else was gone did he notice he was still there. Time stopped for nobody, yet why did he remain? As the flowers grew, wilted, and turned dust, the husk of what his spirit used to be remained still. He peered through invisible cage pretending as it was fine, as if maybe one day, he too could roam free. He wished, peering through the glass cage of the human mind.