NOWHERE MAN

Dedicated to Reuben Grossberg

I lived in a world of colors. There were flowers in the gardens, flowers in the vases, flowers painted in the walls surrounding me. Flowers of many colors.

There were colors to make me happy, to paint my life, to tint my heart.

There was color in the convertible I rode, flying trough winding roads colored by the leaves of fall. The wind blowing, dancing the tunes of Ravel’s bolero, tediously repeating it’s never ending accords.

I was happy. I had a friend named God. He created me with a specific purpose, a purpose that we discussed while the bolero set the pace of the script we wrote together.

But I left my friend in Cleveland. I no longer have these moments with him, only the memories.

I use to be everywhere. Laughing with friends, telling stories, holding the hands of my beloved wife, the one that painted my life with colors. She was the ray of sunshine that colored the world I lived in.

But, one day it all became gray. She left and took the pallet with her. Left me in a gray world.

Too many shades of gray…a monotonous mix of black and white. Like in Pepperland, it all stopped. The music was gone. She was gone. I no longer had her, my friend and other dear loved ones.

I became nowhere man.

Stompers, meanies, gloves and colorless creatures surrounded me. They stole the colors. My roadster still made the winding curves, but there was no music, no conversation, and no colors. A few loved ones keep me afloat.

I know that the Beatles would have told me that please listen, you don’t know what you are missing; the world is at your command.

But I’m in a nowhere land, making nowhere plans for nobody. I no longer have a point of view.

I’m waiting for a comet. A little prince will tell me that I’m not alone, that the friends I made are asking for me to be responsible. Be back, they say. Look around, we’re all a bit like you. We’re also blown by the shades of gray. Don’t let it down.

So I say, yesterday, my troubles were so far away, but yesterday came so suddenly, I don’t know why she had to go.

Now I need to believe that yesterday will be back, and another loving game is yet to play.

To paint my world with many colors, to paint my heart, to paint my life…