The Man Who Wasn't There

when I went out for some fresh air

I met a man that wasn't there

He had no face, he had no hair

He just sat in his rocking chair

He had no arms, he had no legs

Just like a tent without some pegs

I said "Hello" to the sublime

He told me that "he was fine"

The wind was warm, the sun was bright

He looked the same in day or night

He is my friend, I can agree

But there is nothing much to see.