To be Dylan\'s voice-
With a shriek within tremors
In a land of folk, to land like a rolling stone
To be like a strum in silence
Cacophonously universal
Adversely everyone\'s but uniquely one\'s
To be a confluence of revolution
Where the voiceless meets the harmonica
Where the withered fingers meet the guitar
A complete unknown like a rolling stone
To be a gust of wind
Blowin\' with answers
A genesis of alienation and the burden of perfection-
None\'s imitation and none\'s to claim
A centurion\'s gift but with seclusion as a friend
To be a stream of response
To be a protest
To be Dylan\'s voice-
To be Dylan.