The starman, now…
back on his way
having fell from Mars
back in the day…
a lad insane
at times they said
& yes, sometimes
he went off his head
from Time to time
& station to station…
The rebel rebel with painted face
a crusading hero full of grace…
the golden years he did embraced
though fame,
had brought it highs &
low,
oftime’s his woes, and raw emotions showed
in lyrical soulful sound & vision
shared with all on radio waves & television
the lodger
loving the alien…
the heathen
soul he held within…
a hero, an idol ,
he couldn’t stay
a star man who stopped along the way
to share his genius & walk among us
back off on his voyage …
beyond the infinite
humungus