There is this man, he looks down on the ground, he walks in the filty streets, of this even filtier city. All these people grimming at him, they cannot understand, his sadness, in his eyes. They cannot understand the pain, that this society, is rotten, he lacks the ego. To say, i am better. He understands to much, he cannot live the life, like everyone else, with the knowledge, that there is more, more then his little soul. The raindrops don't touch him anymore, Nothing does, only the growing pain, inside him. He wanders along, a meaningless path, he doesn't even knows. A future he doesn't even cares. Poor soul.
