This man’s philosophy

A man without a plan

 

This man lives for and of the moment,

which leaves nothing tangible but descent

into the words being left on this page.

 

If he only had the power, courage to be a sage

and against humanities ills, hostilities against, rage.

Not to be, for he is far too wrapped up in the self

 

leaving nothing to, or for the world, but an elf

to play out his nightmares and his daydreams

to no other soul, just an empty house it seems,

 

as he walks, slowly onward, to the end of the road

where, in the end - after all is said and done –

life has been lived, with many a joy, and much fun.

 

This is the time when one can, forever lose the load.

A time – where after all – one and all will take flight

up into that tunnel leading to that glorious light.

 

B. J. “A” 2

November 7^th 2004