Nowhere Man

Fluorescent man shines like a star

deep down a fire, igniting the crowd

convinces himself of his radiant colors

lets harshness of street flow right through

looks like he belongs nowhere, his own man

spreads the moods of his meadows in air

sheds binding chains, takes different roads

in preposterous lonely twists and turns

a renegade who desires to soak in own stars

questions existence but doesn’t question mine

sees the round world from a square perspective

barefoot life walker never punches a clock

gathers fragments of spirit from outside himself

brings rays of light to his own deep shadows

sand pearl of the street looks back and sees

himself right where he started as he sits

in his own high place where ordinary fails.

Now we stand out together as if we exist.