He is the Seer of visions
Some people would say
He goes to his own beat
And chooses his own way
To you he may appear to be an ordinary man
But he is a master of disguise
Something others don’t understand
A painter or a prisoner, a fighter at the front
Can be heartily also
And can be pretty blunt
He is into magic and a volunteer of such
And can feel things very deeply
With the Midas touch
Caring and forgiving
Loyal to the end
Looking at everyone
Taking all in as his friends
A superhero who saves the day
And would die to make a point
May even sit back sometimes
And smoke upon a joint
Can be your worst nightmare
And he has proven that too
But what he really is about
Is that he’s into peace and love for you