I used a double necked guitar, that time
just because it looks cool
for that show you said you would come to
and while playing it
on stage
in front of all those girls
reaching out frantically
for the band
I sang
Somewhere in the crowd you stood
lost and looked at me
while my eyes searched desperately for you
unable to find you
The distance between the rocker and the fan
fixed, spinning, in an endless loop
such that both were unhappy
Two minor gods and celebrities
one, a writer and the other, a rock star
and white noise in the scree
wheeling in the smoke-filled, dark, strobe-light hit auditorium
behind which kids overdosed
unable to bear reality
Kids just like you and me
who had never grown up
who would possibly never break free
kids just like you and me who had never grown up
Who would possibly never break free—beautiful lines.
Thanks, Santosh 🙂