Nevermind
Like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon,                                 the prism of lights seemed so new.                                    Bright lights-so painfully new,                                               Yet so world rocking.

The vibes being received were suffocated,                           as the waves of his bass took their breathes away.               He stood so tall,                                                                 so different-but oh so right!                                                and this butterfly,                                                               oh he was ready to take flight.

His skin white and turning tough,                                         the weight of the world began burdening around him.               Left his home, his true roots.                                             Now he stood on the shore of this to die for life.                   It’s what he desired-but things weren’t turning out so         rock’n roll.

Public slave?                                                                             Or was he just a victim to the tune?                                    He found himself sitting in the blue,                                     Smoke blurred the way as home seemed beyond reach.

Yet he still reached out his hand,                                        Only to find a hard bump that was anything but pretty.           He screamed,                                                                   Cried,                                                                               Threw fits.                                                                       But those once ever so friendly tunes,                             Were now the same ones throwing him off key.