Lost Boy

There was this man, well more of a boy really, who would spend his days tossing pinecones into oncoming traffic as to cause a stir amongst the city dwellers and to just watch their comings and goings. He didn't do much in they ways of speaking, nor did he have any skills one would need to partake in any activities in a society. He just sat and watched and listened to the men and women going about their daily business and was awestruck. Amazed at how simple things were, yet how so much was being done simultaneously. The ever moving interworkings of the city, the throngs of people on a lunch break, the men in their funny mayching clothing, ties so tight he thought they might pop. Vendors selling food to the dozens, shady characters slinking in an alley way, hundreds of briefcases of all sizes and shapes. It made him wonder what he'd been missing out on and how his life could be if he were to join the conglomerate. Then as simply as the thought crossed his mind, it would just as easily slip his thoughts, returning him to his simple pine cone tossing at the civilians who once crossed his mind.