Never experiencing life.

Tim never played with kids
At the park or in the backyard
Instead he looked up at the sky
Looking for the answers to life

He saw his childhood as lengthy
Itching to become an adult and on his own
He would gaze outside the window
And watch the episodes of different lives

His room contained his entire life
Crammed with unhappiness and tribulation
A closet of clean laundry
Unworn and untouched, lint free

He never required the laundromat
To clean his new clothes
He walked around in the nude
Never tempted to visit the tree of life

Tim never felt the sun’s rays
Against his room-temperature skin
Or the feeling and the smell of grass
After falling into it many times

A hug was not ever received
Or a kiss on the cheek
Tim lived in a highly sanitized room
In a bubble to protect him from germs

He would risk the chance of death
To be part of the world for one second
But his common sense took over
Telling him to stay inside the bubble