To start his day the man leaves his mansion
which overlooks a waterfront expansion
located within an excluded area
kinda guy thats just unaware of ya
so begins his routine morning stroll
finding his favorite bench is his goal
so he begins to walk further downtown
as many people are still bustling around
they look at him, all with heads down
everyone commenting on his clothes
he thinks, I'm wearin a suit, they don't know
getting dirty looks from today's people
in the old days wasn't seen as equal
not much changed, similar to a sequel
as long as he's got his opulence
he won't have to worry about petty cents
then he heads back to see his family
he misses them, and his heart agrees
he gets back and lays next to his mate
thirty years, no way he could overrate
but as a gentle wind blows by him
you can see what he was really hidin
the gust blows away the cardboard
that was his house he could afford
the supposed family was new everyday
the picture on the front page was made
into a desperate makeshift memory
having no relatives, he at seventy
all alone was living among debris
fabricating a past so he could see
some shred of light showing hope
when everyday was a downhill slope
his waterfront view was a stream
running down the alley, he dreamed
and placed his mind in rejection
so that he at least would have direction
but if you saw him what would you do
tell him the truth, or make his dream come true
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