Sing on,
Itinerant bard.
His roaming vocals
Disturb career men.
Free in mind,
Free in body.
They envy his disloyalties.
Sing on,
Itinerant bard.
Strum your tuneless guitar.
Romanticize, fantasize,
Whiles the rest of us
Rage at our jobs.
Sing on,
Itinerant bard.
Gaze at the unbiased horizon.
Laugh at rushing traffic.
Sigh over advertisements.
Always walking your own path.
Sing on,
Itinerant bard.
Don’t scorn us
Or our spare change.
You are the only man amongst us.
We are just lost
In our multifaceted mazes.
Sing on,
We need a human voice.
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