He's chasing the tail of the dragon,
While thriving for something he's lacking.
The quest for authenticity,
Becomes the victim of complexity.
Haunted by the idea of his past,
He makes no connection to anything that lasts.
Snapshots of himself all over town,
But never took a second to understand his frown.
She is his anecdote and weekly encounter,
To fill his void he counts on her.
Quick to revolt he is afraid,
His identity is suddenly beginning to fade.
On the unsettling road he drives far too long,
Trying to fit in where he doesn't belong.
Without a thought he is off and parted
Only to find himself right back where he started