He was always a little strange
Starstruck by his inability to interact with the majority
Blank walls became a canvas
Endless sand dunes
Soaring mountain tops
Became his paradise
An escapee from a pesticide reality
They don't exist out here
Saturating the night with lyrical cursive
A sirens song to those lost at sea
Far removed himself from corporate greed
Even though what an amazing lawyer, under the devil's wing
He could have been
Not all those that wander
Find their way home
Reaching out to brush fingertips over the softness of memory
His thoughts fade into the vast night of oblivion
Seeking refuge and inspiration