No sincere soul can elaborate,
The woeful profound of a solitary old man
A man lost in time.
Living in solitude,
At a state of his own hallucinations.
Untouched by grasping hands,
Uninterested in the gambles of life.
Residing somewhere, in the untrodden lands,
With no one but the souls of darkness.
Once looked upon by many.
Lost impressions can never be regained.
Everyone’d seen him.
But what affects them,
Is only what’s perceived.
Unprovoked by rat races.
Segregated by social norms.
He has not no peacemaker, but an outcast,
Guarded by just the starry skies.
His destiny is inevitable.
Cos, there are no second chances in life.