figure in the Park
Sun is out, but he feels dark
Swans, but he sees vultures
Self-imposed stranger, in all cultures
He wants to engage
But can't turn the next page
His pocketful of dreams
Fell apart at the seams
Spare him a thought
He's well and truly caught
In a spiral of demise
Inward, loathing and despise
Will you stop and take a chance?
Move forward and lance
Paper walls he's put in place
To hide all he's had to face
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