You see him walking on the side of the road
Gray, scraggly beard to his chest,
His years of experience carrying his load.

You wonder where he is going,
What he's leaving behind.
Is anybody missing him?
Has life, to him, been so unkind?

His feet are moving backwards
And he's looking straight through you.
His deep, gray eyes,
Piercing the windshield,
Diving...