Perceptions

My eyes, they shine so bright today
in this room of my mind with a view.
'Tis merely within my own mind's eye,
but perception and heart they shine through.
A grizzled old man sits down beside me
chain smoking, and harshly coughing.
All others around pretend he's invisible
yet for some reason his soul calls to me.
What would it be like wonders my mind
to live in his invisible world?
Existing and living and breathing always
whilst all deny you are there in their eyes.
The passers-by they don't stop and stare,
merely spare an uncomfortable glance.
He sits and chain smokes coughing harshly,
a dignified king on a throne in his world.