The angry young man steps down from his soapbox
Mourning the loss of his youth
Burned by the flame he so proudly brandished
On his pilgrimage in search of truth
Looking for answers and finding more questions
Most of them starting with why
His innocence gone along with his passion
He’s finding it harder to try
He dined in great mansions and walked in the gutter
And lost everything in between
He’s witnessed the suffering and felt all the sorrow
With scars from all he has seen
Some called him a dreamer, some called him a fool
A lost soul who wandered alone
But few ever knew the hunger inside him
This pilgrim in search of a home
The angry young man is tired and lonely
A champion without a cause
The self-righteous zealot whose zeal is now tarnished
Undone by his demons and flaws
He’s no longer young and he’s no longer angry
Just wishing he’d taken more chances
He turns on the music and turns off the lights
And sings to himself as he dances
2/26/2009
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