To the many souls he talks,
many souls pour their stories.
To hear from different walks,
from tragedies to all-time glories.
He lends a sympathetic ear,
basking in the foreign knowledge.
He sits earnestly and hears,
sitting gracefully on the edge.
Too many souls sharing their truths,
he carries the burden in their voices.
Too many souls for him to soothe,
he releases the burden in their crises.
He is always there in need,
but nobody is out there for him.
A hermit always available to see,
but nobody dare to be for him in a whim.
Too many people in this world,
too many people with neverending problems.
He can only do so much you know,
too many problems and not enough solve them.
