The Lost Gurus

Just who lurks behind banal windows

Still waiting to take on the world?
Who'll burst out of nowhere and rouse us
With a speech or a song or a plan?

Will it be the dissatisfied bank clerk

Or the daydreaming baker's shop girl,
The bedsit-bound drone or the postman
Writing plays in his G.P.O. van?

Will they walk in a world of their making

Or share laughs, jokes and drinks with the Earth?
Will you see them out shopping on wet days
For a townful of bustling ideas?

Will they open their minds to the public,

Ride their thoughts on an Internet surf?
Will they glide with the grace of a liner
Or betray every titanic fear?

Will they hail from a tree lined utopia

Or a curtainless, cold, rented room?
Are they partial to Bizet or Coldplay,
To real ale or a drop of Ginseng?

- So who will it be to come running

When the chance for a coup de main looms?
Will they save us from satisfied boredom
Or just melt to the millions again?