Rollie never felt anywhere was home
Always felt there was someplace else for him to be
He thought of himself as Ford Prefect trapped on the Earth
He considered himself a prisoner and yearned to be free
On clear nights he spent hours
Looking at the stars far up in the heavens
And dreamed of being able to fly to them, alone
To be able to bid goodbye to everyone
Rocket away in a starship
Headed for destinations unknown
Rollie never felt anytime was right
Always felt there was another time when he should be
He thought of himself as twenty years early, or maybe late
He considered himself a sailor adrift on an empty sea
On flights of fantasy
His imagination took him happily
Fantastic interstellar adventures
To restaurants at the end of the galaxy
Celestial majesty
Space maidens and treasures
Rollie never felt anyone would understand him
Always felt there was nobody with whom he could just be
He thought of himself as friendless and unwanted
He considered himself condemned to be lonely
Then a day came at the library
When a girl reached for the Dirk Gently book beside him
And asked if he was going to be at the con
Startled, he quietly replied that he was planning to
And when she said she was as well he realized
The long dark tea time of his soul finally would see a dawn
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