there once was a man
he did not live in
accordance to the people
around him, but lived
in such a way that made
the world shun him
not that he was bad per say
but he did things
outside the box
he was just misunderstood
he was just misjudged
nevertheless he still
walked around with his
head up high
always looking toward the Sun
for guidance during the day
for guidance during the night
he was a man that bled
just like everyone else around him
he suffered and cried and laughed
he swam and went on
adventures with his buddies
yet he was still an
"out-of-bounds" guy
he did not play by the rules
infact he made his own rules
this man was born
this man lived a life
this man died
let us have a moment
of silence for him
...
he led a great life
one could even say
the best life out there
his life is still talked about
people remember him
what he say'd
what he did
where he went
whom he met
there was just something about him
that was attractive
not his face
nor his hands
perhaps it was
his voice and presence
yes, that is it
i wonder if anyone will remember me
and for what
what have i done
what will i do
what am i doing
and is it for me
or is it for others
all i know is
now
is that that man,
this man lives
he did not live in
accordance to the people
around him, but lived
in such a way that made
the world shun him
not that he was bad per say
but he did things
outside the box
he was just misunderstood
he was just misjudged
nevertheless he still
walked around with his
head up high
always looking toward the Sun
for guidance during the day
for guidance during the night
he was a man that bled
just like everyone else around him
he suffered and cried and laughed
he swam and went on
adventures with his buddies
yet he was still an
"out-of-bounds" guy
he did not play by the rules
infact he made his own rules
this man was born
this man lived a life
this man died
let us have a moment
of silence for him
...
he led a great life
one could even say
the best life out there
his life is still talked about
people remember him
what he say'd
what he did
where he went
whom he met
there was just something about him
that was attractive
not his face
nor his hands
perhaps it was
his voice and presence
yes, that is it
i wonder if anyone will remember me
and for what
what have i done
what will i do
what am i doing
and is it for me
or is it for others
all i know is
now
is that that man,
this man lives
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