Generations pass but footprints remain.
Every leaf sings hope on this dystopian rooftop.
Below ‘mallows burn fables on campfire sticks.
A legend’s soundtrack hummed by wishful men.
Above the full moon shakes from the street’s howl.
His honest eyes clench at sappy sirens.
They open; full beams light the highway to the horizon.
A framed moment that drips with artistic license.
Washing watercolours reflecting his troubled persona.
Itchy blankets cover a heart’s unscathed gem.
Warming the showered rain to keep his purpose alive.
Finally shaking off the world that bears down.
He used to chase future days on his tiptoes.
Now focusing instead on the sunset centre stage.
As he casts off his cape to bask in the now.