Homeless Man and Simple Things

I put pen to the paper and this is what came out of it.

There's a tv out in the yard

A homeless man watches it even though its just a blank screen

He learns something new when he stares at it

He sees the man he used to be

I just don't know how he does it

When the world is so hard

Yet he believes it will get better

He sees this when he looks at simple things

He can guess the future by a fork

And close wounds with leaves

The ghost in him believes

He can save the world with a tear

It just leaves me scratching my head

His approach is so weird

But I see me in his eyes and beyond that too

Could he be my father from our own God?

The second coming from a tortured soul?

Should I trust his miracles?

Because I can't stare at simple things like he does

I can only stare at my mastermind blueprint of my mind

And I hope he doesn't charge at me in violence

Is that horns showing?

I must believe in the devil

To be saved from this homeless man that stares at simple things