he looks his coolest

in jeans and a torso.

24hour sexed-up hair

and.....my sunglasses also.

and he digs cool music

but just shrugs

at your....rock and roll.

he´s always on top of it

yet, still under control.

and he´ll come in

and say ¨hey man¨

and just make you feel good

then go off and walk the streets

like not even james dean could.

and when the storms come in

he will just stand up and laugh,

since every flash of lightening

is just god taking his photograph.

and every weekend he will ask

¨whats with this shit?¨

and then he will go and say what youre thinking

before you think of it

he will disapear for hours, days, weeks,

....or so it seems.

and then he becomes best friends

with the girl of your dreams.

and he makes you sad

that people actually, die.

because he tells the trust

when the rest of us lie.

and he makes you sad

that this

is

life

on

earth....

...such cool, genuine, nice people,

but what is it worth?

and life goes on

and he finds a way.

and somehow yours does too,

especially when he says

¨whoa... alright.... ok...¨