Walking straight, going mad
rebelling fate, looking glad
feeling hate, being sad
carrying weight, hurting bad

alone a man with no
men manned
owner of nothing, but dirt
and sand
a scar a bruise, he
will stand

for a choice he had made, this
mad but simple man
in past he never coward, gave up
or even ever ran
always doing more than any man dare
think one man can

he will not falter or run
having no shield, sword or gun
yet, be with words so much
more powerful than the sun

walking still unwavering with a crooked smile, a twisted grin
defying everything that is, by what is and is not in him
holding onto guilt and shame, not free of his sin
staring in the dark abyss, situation growing most bleak and more grim
laughing as he makes his way, desperately fighting what's withinin
drenched in his darkness, dry lights of sanity are all now dim

a defiant choice that sacrificed his own sanity
so that mabe he can fight his humanity
tired of this fate, destiny and unavoidable certainty


his right fist firm with in the air
walking hysterically without a care
a man a kind so extremely extraordinary rare
in this world so unfair