Last Man Intro

The greenwood trees have knelt down, The smoke of the stage is going down, Lights are slowly fading. The play is finally over, As the sun is falling further. And the wind is softly rolling Along with the forest leaves, stepping on soft melted earth A stranger slowly walking. He is walking away from the sleepy stage Like a frenzy, silent sage From the confusing life of crisis Right into the place, Where you finish tne chapter And don’t want to turn the page. But if you ever mind, To turn the next page, Then you'd find something common; The last man to left behind Has come back once again, And acting as a baby reborn. That’s the person I'm speaking of- The man in the corner we always ignore. But some where in this stage of the world, He always exists Lake a song heard never before. A man that never speaks his mind. A man that we never mind to care. Who takes nothing away from us But still has a fare share. A man who comes to this difficult course With so much youth! On a path of rose. Then colours the world for everyone else With his critical prose. But now he is walking away To a place we'd never know, with a mind so blue. The stage is silent. The play is over. But is he over too?