Sam I Am (SamNash)

Sam I am
Or hope to be
Like he
Though he’d deny
Why

My friend Sam
The not so simple man
I lead the caravan
Me, his number one fan

See, it goes something like this
For us dreamers who’s lives have gone amiss
We look to the one whose compass doesn’t drift
Even though he thinks he doesn’t have a grip

It’s how he roams these halls
His vulnerabilities telling all
He’s the kind of guy who thinks he’s small
When quite honestly, he’s the tallest of all

He’s not afraid to tell us of his kinks
Or how his mind thinks
And before you can blink
His characters come alive in his daring ink

His heart is made of the most fragile glass
I’ve watched it shatter as the wind passed
Tiny shards aching to be held by his emerald eyed lass
The one he writes of from his past

He’s complex this friend of mine
You have to dig deep for this treasure, this gold mine
His heart on his sleeve it breaks every time
As he loses himself in the rhythm of the rhyme

Most don’t see what I see
That’s okay
My friend Sam
Is one of the best men I know

I’m blessed to know him
And so very grateful
He puts up with my BS
And stays