Can a man change his life
from empty rooms, into rich decorations
to golf courses, and sunny palms
to places, with no earthly name?
Can a man change his name
to the first name
who knew, his tasks to do
to name everything
and know his labor was good?
Can a man do, something worthwhile
and be a stable sailor, on the tossed
and stormy seas?
Can he be a man
or are all men destined to break
under the stress
of unwanted war?
Is honor a forgotten word, or just made up
to control the ordinances of men?
What is a man, if he doesn’t know
and the tasks laid-out before him
don’t tell a story, he would want to tell?
Can a man change his destiny
or is he destined to walk the hallways
with no names?
All names are forgotten
and the dust is distant from our memory
a metaphysical task, is not practical
because the facts of life, are rooted in the earth.
What is a man, but someone
destined to do great things?
In the universe
even a star explodes
and a man is more than dust
in the heavens
when his body,
is blown away.