The homeless man played his guitar
Beneath the spotlight of a star.
He said that everyone possesses
A star whose light would always bless us,

And even though its light was dim
This darkness clearly suited him.
It left him free to wear old clothes
And grow long hair down from his nose,

And only wash in summer months
In rivers where those folk in punts
Could watch him as he had his bath.
He could house mice in his hat,

And let insects live on his person.
He was free to rant and curse an'
Shout his theories on why toenails
Can be used as seeds to grow whales.

He'll try to sell a self-made seed
And no one will pay any heed.
He thrives in his star's dim spotlight.
He's free to fail and fall at night.

The glare of bright lights highlights flaws,
Breaches of unwritten laws.
Each mistake is magnified.
There's nowhere for a stain to hide.

You'd always wonder if your being
Really was a sight worth seeing.
He said it's best to live at night,
Outside the unforgiving light,

And let stars light your eyes with wonder,
Forget you've got to play roles under-
Neath the spotlights in the sky.
Gaze at distant worlds up high.

You can't compete with outer space.
It's got more features than your face.
He said in darkness he could hide.
There's so much more to see outside.