"Yeah"
Said the said man to himself
"Everything's been done before"
I, a passerby, lucky enough to overhear
His sorrowful musing,
Compelling enough to stop,
Mid-stride,
And address him
"Sure"
I said in confidence,
"Its all been done before"
He smiled at my agreement
To his statement,
Made to imaginary friends,
And ghost,
I continued
"But I do everything a little bit differently
Than everybody else"

I saw a smile on his face