Picking up twigs and dry leaves,
Bottling up tiny silver fishes,
Talking to trees and no one in specific,
Tearing clothes very often,
In merriment and melancholy.
When drained out of energy,
Drinking water from the public tap,
Then battling wind with an imaginary sword,
Being the hero,
Saving the fairy land.
What happened now?
Where did the smile disappear?
Perhaps his imagination abandoned him.