A man came up to stand by me the other day

As I was smoking a cigarette, wasting time away

He walked right past me and I never saw his eyes

Looking back I think it may have been a dark disguise



I believe he was a person that I may already know

He may have been ****** up, this he wouldn’t really show

He stood next to me and crossed his legs, headphones blaring

I don’t think either one of us realized that I was actually staring



I tried to speak to him but proceeded to be ignored

Paranoia crept in, thinking I was gunna get floored

I finished my cigarette early, slowly walked away

Was I leaving him in his world of pain, misery and dismay?



I keep thinking to myself, maybe this was a sign

A way of someone higher showing me he knows I’ve felt that bind

Showing me a person that truly seemed lost, deaf and blind

Reminding me to not fall in that misery, which can be easier to find



If its one thing I’ve learned its easy to be in doubt

And it’s truly hard to stand up during such a drought

You may feel weak, lonely and tired

Being lost in this desert with no one to admire



This image continues to keep burning through my mind,

Me standing there staring, trying to figure out his kind

Was it I that was tested, to be the one that was found?

By a man whose pain and suffering seem to bound


I don’t know for sure if I’ll ever see him again

But I have a feeling I’ll see him walking around that same bend

I’ll make sure he looks up and try to see into his eyes, his soul

There’s no need to fear, I can reveal his disguise, his role.