Life


Life
In cycles we walk
Naught but love we seek

Nay
'Tis cheap such talk
Naught but left us weak

On
Leaving your friends
To their destinies

Pray
That you'll meet ends
To the prophesies

They
Say you must die
The time comes near

What
Person doth cry
And shed fabled tears

You
Are yet alive
And still the tears fall

Wait
The tears are naught
But your very own life

Drop
Empty bucket
Notch, in a belt

We all must die



A Man

A man in a cloud of laughter
A man at a crossroad of anger
A man in a veil of shadows
A man in a time of resentment
A man with an attitutde
A man with a dream
A man with a capacity for love
A man with something to prove
A man in turmoil and anguish
A man in a spiritual wasteland
A man in a fantasy world
A man in a state of desolation
A man with a loving family
A man with good friends
A man with a heart of gold
A man with a goal to fulfill