He spends his time with books and screens,
Writing, reading, chasing dreams.
Sometimes, he likes to walk around,
Explore new places, sights, and sounds.
He tries new food on busy streets,
Or shares a meal with friends he meets.
Four days a week, he goes to teach,
And talks with colleagues, within reach.
But often, in a crowded room,
He feels alone, lost in the gloom.
They talk of clothes, and what they eat,
But these words feel empty, incomplete.
What excites him is someone who shares
Their hopes, their dreams, their deepest cares.
Who talks of poems, of songs they love,
Or dreams of stars and skies above.
When someone speaks of far-off lands,
Or future plans made by their hands,
His heart lights up, his spirit glows,
For in those talks, true joy he knows.