Old Words, New Words

Have you seen a man fiddling around

With words you've seen before?

At the edge of the world, on the ground

Has something to say but not his words?

Quote a writer, quote a celebrity

Against his will, against his heart

He's been here before in the city

He can scribble all he wants

But his soul has no carved letters

No belief to live and die for

And he dies without a firm fist

To anything surrounding him

In the end, he was a puppet

With only pale, grey eyes

His body has been

An empty temple

Longing for something

Long forgotten