"Supertramp"

Alone and despondent
Wilderness called
Starving to death
His life in the bus
That sheltered him
So white and quiet
In the soft falling snow
His version of life
Would take him
Where he was destined to go
A world not to bear
His world did not listen
Fulfilling his prophecy
Fueled by a dream
Fed by desire
Leaving the staggering edge
Society mislead
Looking for sense
Laughing at life
Crying at death
No one could stop him
Try as they may
The cold, blue, trail called
The wilderness beckoned
His last breath left him
As his life dictated
Alone with himself
In a place invented
Where no loving hands
Laid him to rest
Just a dreamer and his dreams
And his magnificent wilderness