How sad you look...
Seated on the sidewalk
Curled into an upright fetal position
Not your usual arrogant self...
Where are the groupies?
The flocks of followers...admirers…and wanna be's...
Are they all gone?
Have they left you a sad...silent...forlorn little boy
Stalked by unseen demons
Patience... my green eyed beauty...
Child of wild hair...
Things can only get better...