The man who tried to figure out his own hand
Had restless nights, his days filled with enigmatic demands.
He contemplated life’s constant scams,
But still faced strife with his sturdy stands.
Simple inaccuracies tickled his mind
He explored answers to questions that he couldn’t find
He stared at the wall, which he stood behind
And wondered what more of this simple confine.
Nothing in a place so dull in its right
Could make him feel whole, or make him see light
He battled with theories in his perceptual sights
What purpose he served in a life and death fight.
Not days but years this man he stared
Out into the vastness of the masses declared
And pondered and wondered what more he could bear
Of an effortless time he knew all he could share.
With the rest of the world, his final dare
Was to end his life as his own ashes flared
And diminished his nothingness out into the nothingness of air.