Down the hall he wanders
To look at things which he ponders
Ignorantly, he eyes them thoroughly
Naively, he follows them sequentially
He stumbles and trips
Getting lost, himself fixed
On a trail well traveled
Entranced as a snake charmed
He feels no sense of harm
Until his gaze is carried across
Before his courage is lost
Until it caused him fear
Before him the object of his stare
Staring back