like a rolling stone

i think Bob Dylan

wants to die on stage

while singing

Ballad of a Thin Man,

or Desolation road

while the never ending tour

continues.

at 80, the fire still burns

within.

from a ragamuffin child

in Greenwich Village,

to another stage

in another country, again.

but i get it.

i get it.

it's hard to let go of

love

and imagination, 

we are all fighting

time and wind.