My name is Ryan Navin
I guess you can call me that
But you could call me a lot of things
I’m a man
But what is a man?
What does it mean to be a man?
The term changes meaning from time to time.
Today it means to shave your *****
and sit behind a desk typing numbers into a computer.
You could call a lot of things a lot of things.
But who gives these things their meaning?
I suppose people.
There is nobody else around to do it,
But what gives us the right.
How can we give purpose through name,
when we don’t even know our own purpose?
There is no meaning or purpose to end.
That is it, all wrapped up into one ominous and mysterious word
End.
But thee ends must justify the means.
Well what I mean is…
What is the meaning to life?
What is the meaning to after life?
Past, Present, and Future life.
Is it Happiness, Contentment, Discovery, Honor, Existence, Persistence?
I think it’s jazz, but what do I know?
I’m just a man.
I’m Ryan Navin
Local poet
Drug abuser
Sexaholic
*****
Genius
Madman
Sane
Evolutionary Defect
God’s Creature
Preacher
Savior
Sacrifice
Wanna-be
Liar
Fly on the wall
Blip of Existence
Just another failure
Just another success
But what does that mean?