The Man, the Words



Who the hell is he?
Who the hell on earth really is he?
Free at last
An ear on his generation
Protesting against the pedestal of idolism he created

Finding his own voice, writing his own stories
Having something to say
Writing, singing, thinking
That is all he is doing
Asking questions not meant for answering

That transparent substance
Around him
Hiding his real you
What’s wrong with him today?
They are left puzzling

Not knowing what who when how why
They stood all there, looking him today
Searching him today
And yet, unchanged stands he
Unchanged to they who seek to
Change him their way.

-          Inspired by Bob Dylan and his story in No Direction Home and the content in it.

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