A man

People don't know anything
about him.
He's lonley man,
near the madness,
near the fear.
He writes songs for the sun
but with no success.
And People decide to
leave him alone.
Alone, for the rest of his
life.
A pathethic life, alone,
lonley man by the river,
near the sun of a grave.
Cats run along his body,
in the middle of the night.
He sings his songs,
all night long,
without sense,
pathethic man
run by the river.
They choose the rules,
there's nothing left to say,
to lose, for him.
He sings to the sky,
and the surprise to see her
another time,
it makes him him free again.
And now,
he sings his songs,
all day long,
with the girls that he loves,
e there's no more words.