Somewhere, somewhere
There's a soul searching,
clawing the grime to find
that the world is unfair
Nick Drake's life of despair,
a broken path of loneliness,
an isolated adolescent depression,
was too far in life to repair.
For people like him, I fear
love will not find you,
you need to find love
and sometimes it isn't there.
A lonely life
with no contact,
bleeds more
than a friend's knife.
A relationship fueled by strife
contains more sentiment
than a man concealing
himself from real life.
Jack of all trades
the man of gold
he may get paid,
but he never grows old.
