This one man,
If his life has been a series of still photographs,
All of them would include him wearing an expression that doesn't do him justice
He has lived for all the wrong moments,
Made exactly too many poor movements
The judgment has been solitary,
His character written out of many a script
Bad timing, worse watch, everyone else stopped paying attention,
So he had to put himself on notice,
Saving a good look for a rainy day that never came
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