He wanted to share his inspirations.
He imagined his ideas would be heard.
But, he was deserted on an island,
Writing messages in the sand.

The tides flood in, the tides ebb out.
They wash his conception away
Into a crowded oblivion,
And nobody gives a damn.

The epiphany is always visible,
The presence of the invisible man.
The Word is forever written.
But, nobody gives a damn.