Living out his Quixotic dream Out among the exotic Living on coffee and cream Regrets and cigarettes Becoming iconic a meme Unironic for good Being understood As more than he might seem The stone the builders rejected In the past As a hopeless misfit And a total loss Becoming something like respected At the last A rolling sort of cornerstone Gathering no moss Getting on with getting it Questingly Quixotic Knowing love is the it to get But always all alone In his own reality A little mysterious too If unintentionally Making some wonder as they do Betting it all in the fall Serious about his poetry A poem you can jump rope to Just so and meticulous But not too serious to see Laughing after all That which is ridiculous As he too can be +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIV