Metropolis 2

"My life is an endless misery!" said the old man on the busy street.
Before he disappeared behind the charcoal smoke of Monday's wit.
"Try living in his shoes" said the wise man as he sip on his booze.
To be strayed, far from your muse.
Cry god for midday blues, and unsolved clues.
For your hopes are nothing but fading tattoos.