He is the one betting hounds at the Kentucky Derby,

speaking a foreign language in a familiar land.

He is the one looking for snowstorms in the South,

and predicting rain amidst the desert sand.

He is...

Searching for a niche in alabaster walls,

casting no shadow as he roams down the halls.

Everyone knows him, a stranger nonetheless,

what could possibly ail him is anyone's guess.

He is king of a world,

and lord over none.

Always running the game,

but never has won.

He's a scholar, a poet,

a singer: no rules.

He's also a dreamer

and dreams are for fools.