The mask slips as the doors close,
Time to undertake an invisible Pose
A man from nowhere, who nobody knows,
Obscure and aloof, from societies shows.

The nameless one, no symbol or label,
All the cards lay bare, on the banquet table,
Blowing in the wind, that once rocked his cradle,
A prince among men, now only a fable.

A statue standing in the town square,
People gather, to gaze and stare,
They look for a second, but really don’t care,
Alas, the lonely figure, of the man from nowhere.

An icon to the world, now fertile as the land,
Quietly drifts through time, a solitary grain of sand,
Echo wisps of voice, eerie ghostly command,
The man from nowhere, no longer in-demand.