someone who i watched regularly on t.v., decided he had enough and wanted to be free

so he ended his tour and that’s that, except for all the people he left scratching their heads

he went everywhere talking about people and their food, enjoying perhaps their libations a little too much

i understand it was heroin that was his first crutch and maybe substitution just didn’t work

maybe everyone couldn’t see it but i sensed a longing for love

doesn’t matter who you are and how many people know your name when you slip between the sheets at night you never rest if you aren’t at peace with yourself

i may never be famous, but that okay, i am respected by others, and more important i respect myself

takes a strong person to admit when they are weak, takes a humble person to know something is missing and let others help in finding it