He walks in the shadows of all their minds The archetype of sorrows in reach of your arm Sitting alone where all it lies The pen of heavy truth in hand Mr. Person Alone... He stands merciless at every word His anguished soul wishes to define The unusual way of his mind Bewilders all that enter unprepared Mr. Person Alone... Hiding beneath other selves He paints their feelings with full command The heteronyms express all he can’t In conventional ways of exception Mr. Person Alone... Mr. Person Alone...