Alone;
among millions.
In a city of parks and pavilions.

People rushing here and there,
None of who will see my stare.
I may as well be off the grid
accused of things I never did.

Awareness grows as I adapt
to not again become entrapped...
...by lying scheming evil folks
who only laugh at their own jokes.

How alone;
could one man be?
I do not know;
they don't ask me.

Homeless now;
without a roof.
Wishing only;
for the truth.

So while you are rushing;
all about,
please listen to me
scream and shout
so silently without a care
I welcome you to this nightmare.