while sitting on the park bench
I see the young man-
he's walking back and forth-- alone

I can tell he's miserable by
the weary wrinkles that surround
his eyes when he forces a smile

I wonder if he's ever been in love
wonder if he's got the heart to
show it


he's uses stubborn eyes
looking at a cruel and judgemental world

just the same empty hellos
and half smiles
color drained eyes

his eyes are full of fear
lies
will his despair end
or must he endure it all forever