No where to go
                                 but his spirit's free
                                   Trying to escape
                        from a world that left him lonely

                   With thoughts  of what he  left behind
                             or what may lay in store
                            He drifts from town to town
                             and floats along the shore

                            Serenity, a place he seeks
                              from life, he cannot hide
                           Forever,  he'll chase the wind
                         and forever, he'll follow the tide
                                  
                            A friend,  he'll be for a while
                                    A lover, for a night
                             With one blink he'll be gone
                                before the morning light
                                    
                      ­       He may leave a trail of tears
                          But he knows he can't look back
                            He may rest from time to time
                             But his bag he won't unpack

                            His shadow is his only friend
                                    a man on the run
                        Some may say they knew him well
                         but his number will always be one
                                  

The Lost Poet