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