The gray pathways Cobbled with stone Time has entrenched Melancholy in every piece It leads to desolation Yet he walks the beaten path Bleeding his exposed feet Blindfolded by pain Numbness has set in Every day as he walks past Shoveling him away Like a pile of dirt Trashed away from life Only to heap more misery On the trampled heart Its feeble cry unheeded By the city, that walks past Avoiding the dark alley