I shall sing you a song of a tiny regale,
A time long ago
The oddest of tales
No one living should know

It starts with a man
Lightly soiled; rather plain
Now come to think of it
It may end quite the same

For a man is a rock, and often equally smart
But there are rare situations
Where on the brink of frustration,
In a fit of animalistic display

…There is a thought…

"Is there a chance this worry is for not?
Was I merely the destruction from the very start?
The entire reason I was falling apart,"
An egotistical mechanism, distraught…

Yet strange are the times they see their own ways
Stumbling aimless testosterone induced haze
How would most do in a maze sniffing cheese
Complex thinking reducing them to knees

Sad is the captivated moment
When there is nothing left to feel
Even sadder is the second
When a soul forgets how to heal…