The hero with his ever-present fan club just wants to be left alone
The hermit longs for someone to free him from his sentence of solitude
One man strolls the sunlit path
The other the moonlit trail
But are they who we think they are?
Do we search beyond the gregarious, upbeat facade or are we blinded by the bleached-blonde Ricky martin Hairstyle?
A million jolkes he'll crack, a zillion promises he'll break
Manipulated by false sincerity, pleasing words and a winning capped-tooth smile. Eyes of ice reveal a cold heart.
yet there's a genuinness to his words and a mischevous smirk on his lips.
warm eyes shine with a blaze of fire in them.
A refresshing depth.
So I ask you Who is the better man?
I shall ask the dusk and the dawn before tossing a coin.