Once he was strong, and filled with visions. With life ahead he set his aims. Then things went wrong. Now his ambitions have turned to smiles conserved in frames. Still could be strong could be a prophet! He would teach truth to every man! He'd see the light through every shadow, but Entropia denies he can! He's sitting numb while dusk is falling. Alone he whispers his "goodnight" Turning away, when sleep is calling, from all the people passing by...