The Eternal Hitchhiker

People call him the eternal hitchhiker,

he hitches rides onto shooting stars

Hoping to reach some peaceful planet,

away from all the chaos, the raging wars

But each time he hitches a ride,

he pays a certain heavy price

He pays it with a piece of his heart;

each time sadly, an odd roll of dice

People call him the eternal hitchhiker,

he hitches rides onto shooting stars

Hoping to find light, joy and happiness,

within the darkness that kills and scars

But each time he hitches a ride,

he realizes what has always been clear

He can give happiness – anytime to anyone;

but to be unhappy forever is his only fear

People call him the eternal hitchhiker,

he hitches rides onto shooting stars

Hoping to finally rest and laugh aloud,

amongst the butterflies and a million flowers

But each time he hitches a ride,

his dreams are burnt and turn into cinders

It’s time to stop hitching rides forever;

it’s time to finally sleep; the eternal winters