with his bike by a train 
and a case in his hand, 
in his best Sunday clothes, 
and with his whole life planned, 

he set out to discover 
the life he'd been sold: 
that the world, now, was his, 
and his pathway, of gold. 

and the years traveled on, 
and his youth turned to age; 
he took a young lover 
in her interstage, 

and though time had made false 
all the lies he'd been served, 
he still felt what he had 
was no less than 

deserved