I made up a character for myself

I made up a character for myself Calloused hands, kind, soot on his cheeks. Unpretentious, simple, a working guy, of this world. Only he got lost in search of an elixir, Some kind of recipe for great wealth, And it seems to him all this is sacrilege, And what he fears is not some outward ugliness at all, Only the loss of what matters most — nobility. Forever happy, he gazes long at the stars Blue shorts, flip-flops and his favorite T-shirt. He looks and believes he's become someone bigger. He looks into space with the eyes of Belarus, Vietnam and Poland Believes that other eyes will open soon. He falls asleep on a mountain and wakes on the open sea. Seeing the sun, he's glad like a child He knew he'd surely become a human being, even before diapers. He builds bridges so people won't lose heart. Ships to sail across, trains to cross dry land. He knows the access to the code of the mighty Universe And with a melody sincere and piercing He, in hearts, in heads and in minds, Searches for light and brings the world knowledge. To change no one, to judge no one, to wound no one, Only to keep an endlessly great memory, And he dreams of seeing the One in everyone. Believes one only needs to stay brave And take on what seems impossible But truly