Way to Day

There was a very well known man
who had this awful car.
Whenever people saw the van
they said he was a star.

One day he had enough of it
and took it for repair.
Then people did not call him star.
But lunatic was fair.

Whatever with his car he did
to night he was a light.
That ended when the car he hid.
Since that was not all right.

And so he sold the tragic thing.
Then people called him poor.
The only joy that car did bring
was eyes upon his door.

But in the shadows, dreams did grow,
of roads he’d never seen.
With every mile, his heart would glow,
a life that felt more keen.

Now with a brand new ride in tow,
he drives with head held high.
No longer bound by tales of woe,
he’s free beneath the sky.