Let's say, I remember it as a tale
Of a man
Of a man who left
His old life behind, right
at the first breath of the new day.
Of one who left, as one might say,
Through the side door, or, as one might say,
Down the wrong path.
Strong held the math, that he had to have
What ev.er.y.one had.
Vivid a shadow of his youth, Nein! not to own, yet
By his own definition,
his one frank design.
Before I pass, I come, I hope
To steal new life, not to own, as I might say, what's mine.