Counterfiet Star

Hands fumbling, eyes averted,
Face blank with purpose, so uncertain.

Poise broken, unspoken
Lame excuses at the hip.
Caution rides, intention hides
It just kicks in, to Get A Grip...

You are ripped and I am torn;
Things familiar, always noted from afar.
Factual or not, a "Lost Boy" is what you are.

So dangle there, in your existence,
Pretending you're a star.

I'll move forward, toward winds of life,
For Nature, Light, and Love;
I wont stop for anything, except to look ABOVE.

I'm so moved, I stay driven,
I fly with faith in hand-my only wheel,
Reving engines, fueled with passion,
High in my cloud nine, karmatic steel.

I'm strapped in, as I hold on tight,
A traveling Gypsy in the night....
Road to road and feelin' tipsy,
I have no fear, "The Unknown" gets me.

Now back to you, don't be blue,
I shouldn't assume that you COULD see;
So run along now, follow Pan!
Add yourself to the scene,
Of what you wish you COULD be.