Follow the Leader
His eyes-
so big and golden,
shadowed green under his sloppy bangs-
led them to believe what he didn't say.
The little pickpocket
who knew where they wanted to go
led them into the waiting arms of--
(of a boy with yellow eyes)
He pulled the strings,
moved the pieces on the board,
plotted the storyline,
and led the line while they danced,
following him, because he knew the way.
He WROTE the way.
They didn't know until he told them.
the little boy
with those bright gold eyes
had been the leader all along.