I found a cloak in fluttered paper,
paper that stands still...

Two stiff ends bind, enclose my yoke,
to those stories that do reveal...

Bound and stiff, yoked, yet so whimsy,
the paper doth conceal.

Undrape the cloak to become the man,
life becomes the thrill.

Never do sit still
Never do sit still
Never do sit still

The definition of Man is not thought alone...