A man without a root
Have you ever met a man without a root?
Swaying with the winds of society
Sitting atop some raft, riding the treacherous waves of life
A pontoon crafted of floating debris
An identity crafted of what is available
The floating pond scum of society
Accepted freely
Greed and vanity filling the hole a lost history left
Have you ever met a man without a root
Who rejected the scum and sifted
And found good and wholesome value
In a culture not their own
Both are lost
Only one will ever be found
