The Guitar Man Poem by Jude's Child

A purpose for everything on this earth
And every being the same
Mine might be clearer now
It happens without knowing somehow

An old ache, my insane optimism
Seems useful now, but not to me
My influence positive on my allies and enemies alike
The reward lies in the results, but not for me

I am the Guitar man
I play the songs that need hearing
The endless battle against life
No song the same, I am the Guitar man