One of many, nothing special. He fled

his family to find his voice, toiled hard

for freedom. Having lost himself 

in the concrete jungle, he found 

himself unhappy in isolation.

Moods of cloud hold a lid on his sky.

At great risk our hunter, radically changed

closes in on human kindness.

Confronting granite like anyone

keen glows the eye of our hero

whenever his goal feels near.

Have mercy.