What is left for a man that has nothing, a man that doesn't even know himself. Does he struggle to find meaning? To discover himself, or maybe he just gives up, he surrenders to the rest of the world in one single unnoticed statement.
"I am nothing!" He yells to the sky, "there is no point in my life, no reason for me to even exist!" His soul weeps at his choice, pleading with him. Begging him to make one last effort, to take one last step forward. . . But it's useless, there is no help for this man, he is lost.