Somber silent, buzzing street

Unmoved by the shuffling feet,

Naive to the cold or heat,

Ceaseless on his endless beat.

Unspoken words and empty gaze,

alone he prowls in a seeming daze.

Dark dreary dazzling roads,

Blasé to the bustling crowds,

Unaware of the sun or cloud,

on and on to his own abode.

Unspoken words and empty gaze,

alone he prowls in a seeming daze.

Lifeless empty milling mobs,

undaunted by the bursting snobs,

oblivious to the pomp and show,

Adrift on waves in a humble throw

Unspoken words and empty gaze,

alone he prowls in a seeming daze