Remnant Foolishness

He sat on a chair in a coffee shop
drawing pictures of future over a cup
playing the same tunes all over again
in dry summers,elegant winters and wallowing rains

living a daydream different from all;
a girl, a life and classic four walls...
...for him were such a distant thought.
in his radical notions, reality never caught.

not all names would rise to fame.
others will just breath out in vain.
All those things that made you fall,
were right beneath you keeping You tall

He left every stone unturned
still the fool thought he could win
waiting for some better days
Exhausted, but still Ready to play.