A loner,
that's how he acknowledges himself.
He is walking on an unpaved road,
leaving behind a trail of his own.
In his hand, he carries..
a broken guitar.
One with rusted strings,
hanging loose on his shoulder.
If you ask him where he's headed,
he'd name a hilltop.
Little does anyone know,
he's headed for the stars.
Not just the ones gleeming in his eyes,
but the ones you call "Superstars"..that's where he belongs!
Even when he looks like he's stepping further into oblivion,
one could tell he has his mind and heart set on a destination.
If only people could feel the pit of fire eminating from his core,
they'd know sooner or later he'd reach his goal..
And, once he does, he'll stay ..
only to further pave the way.
He fathoms an entire universe in his eyes,
with a million dreams flying by like shooting stars.
And in those eyes, you could see a garden of meteors,
occasionally colliding and falling apart.
One could say he must have found his muse,
but, how does one differentiate an artist from his art?
Nonchalant, he keeps walking on..
after all, life goes on..
