Some men remain conflicted,
  some men are justly bad

Some men are deemed to stay confused,
  some men forever sad

Some men will strive for fortune,
  some other men for fame

Some men will choose to be alone
   some live their lives in vain

Some men will cast their seeds
  upon a desert hot and dry

Some men will start to questioning,
  forever asking why

Some men to wile their time away,
  lamenting where its gone

Some men to live entire lives,
  not knowing right from wrong

Some men will cry when milk is spilt,
  some men pick up the glass

Some men to try a different ilk,
  molasses hardening fast

Some men will try to say hello,
  wrapped in a last goodbye

Most men will die alone in bed
  —forever wondering why

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)