Facecast

On a busy street, he stands alone, A TV set for a head, on his own. Different faces, emotions displayed, As he watches them, deep in thought, he stayed.

The city bustles, but he remains still, Contemplating the emotions he feels. A tapestry of humanity on display, Different faces, all in their own way.

The retro TV adds a touch of the past, A connection to a time that didn't last. But the message it brings, still rings true, We're all unique, with our own points of view.

Facecast, a symbol of our diversity, A reminder of our shared humanity. We may look different, but in our hearts, We all play a part, in this work of art.