The man walks emotionally blind
But the shadow of time doesn't reveal how he's slowly dying
No one helps as he gasps for air… begging for prayers
Drugged is he as the audience laughs
The right road home but he’s already mentally gone
Nothing like your own
Hopelessness and alone is felt in his home
He sleeps the same way he wakes; nor more or less ashamed
So he keeps his head held down and his mind in the clouds
Hoping the snickering and stares withers away as he walks past
Dilemmas' race through time...