If you noticed him on streets wearing opaque
we would be hard pressed to clear a new path
for man carries the weaponry of wrath
when suggestive measures his outlook take.
Standing on the street corner fare in hand
waits inside crowds of unknown ambition
Childhood agony (a) primary mission
He would wish happiness in a soft land.
The train will convey a sea of ideals
all begun with ambition spent by day
his a persona, quiet man per se
yet still his life will be amongst the reels
My eyes search swift similar to your own
Whence is this such peace serenity grown