For a man so easy going.
There sure isn't a soul that'll flip a coin.
All can do without his presense.
Makes him wonder, where's his heaven?
Calm with dialect that's straight forward.
Yet no one hears his words being told.
Lonelyness is his only option.
Unable understand why his own closed caption.
Left inside himself to live as a loner.
Yet he doesn't cry as a moaner.
Strong and beaten emotionally.
Over ran with a thing called reallity.
At the least bit its fair to say its frustrating.
But he can smile fake grim that's perpertrating.
Lone and stuck witht houghts all his own.
A man sits and waits for his time to slow.
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