Often I feel this pull
It draws me in
I follow the unlikley
As do the children of renaissance
A humble bohemian lusting to kiss a star
Only to fall from orbit with crispy lips
Go on, get it over with and gloat
Belittle my effort, you just can’t help yourself
Once again the dreamer chased the impossible
I wear these scars with pride
Can’t you see that there is no failure
While you poison your brain with TV
These wounds map an unfinished journey
John Putignano 