The Man of No Sorrow

Have you met the man of no sorrow?
He caresses the street like there's no tomorrow
Too obese with thought
he exceeds in excesses sought
too thick with analysis
one often finds him in paralysis
he was not bred to sing your tunes
give him leftovers, give solitude he calls them fortunes
the breadth of his inner wings
cannot be measured by manmade things
he once traveled south
time was a song on his mouth
pause ,play , rewind ,erase
he's way beyond our current phase
have you met the man of no sorrow ?
his gaze will kill you like an arrow.