Monday, December 4, 2017

The man in the Hoodie

He is everywhere
Yet nobody sees
He is just the man
In the ash-gray hoodie

Even in crowds
No one knows he is there
As he goes from place to place
Listening with care

He is a ghost
A phantom
A mirage
The sunlight he seems to dodge

His face hidden by his hood
Always wears gloves
Nobody knows him
Nor where he comes from

He has heard many secrets
Has heard many lies
Yet he never says a word
As he passes by

He is the man
In the Ash-gray Hoodie
He is a man
Of mystery

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