That\'s a man,
He is a lizard tamed by birth,
trapped in the walls built by a spectrum of expections.
He feed\'s on mistfortune,
and swallows it like a bitter meal.
His steps echo in dissapointments,
his battles fought where no one sees,
or even cares.
What were once serious,
struggles and battles,
are turned into jokes.
In the end,
He speaks his troubles to a stone,
seeking a silent listener.