how best must a man dare
live?
with his palm flung open,
glad to give?
believing it holds more than
a fist held tight?
(like moon beams grasped by
the greedy night)
aye what must guide his every
waking act?
and what must be his heaven-bled
pact?
how should he choose his one
best friend?
or the foe he must keep close
till the end?
should a man be of quick decision
or deep thought?
should he have a price or
simply stay unbought?
should he count his seconds
or while away time?
and which among the twain
is actually a crime?
should he hoard his wealth
or not save his buck?
should reputation matter or
should he not give a fuck?
ask yourself such questions
and yes, it is true
that each can be followed by
not one but two
but perhaps as we wonder
about the wonder of it all
as our bodies lose breath
and as we begin to fall
the question we must pose as
we finally exhale
is the one that sums up
this questionable tale:
that like a resplendent flag
in the wind uncurled
did I add meaning – and
just not weight – to the world?
ram cobain
(Pic courtesy Google, photographer LJ Holloway)
