Who has seen the lonely man?
He who smiles in sorrow?
He who sits, with empty eyes,
And gazes at tomorrow?

His dreams were forged within the place
Where dreamers often die
His memories were painted gold
By years that fluttered by.

He sits, in solid silence
And whispers secrets deep:
But no-one dares to hear them, for
Their minds are fast asleep.

This man of stone no longer speaks
His voice has turned to glass.
Unseeing eyes have turned to ice
Invisible, they pass.

This poem was written in algebra class when I was in tenth grade. Interpret it as you will.

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