And so he moved through life’s backstreets,
a maverick stitched from asphalt dreams and city lights.
To some, he was trouble wrapped in leather;
to others, a melody that refused to fade.

He thrived in the quiet hours —
a phoenix rising in the glow of streetlamps,
with fire that burned too wild to cage.

I’m Luke Maverick as Mark Lee.
Part storm, part symphony —
living slow, deep, and unapologetic.