A Man

Only when one finds himself on the edge

 

That place where no one or no thing

Can make sense

 

Than he finds whats worthy of being men for.

 

Not the illusions

Or the love

Or the absolute madness of humans.

 

But the soul of what can be.

 

 

 

Not the loud running and yelling 

And tearing around.

 

Simply being.

A man.