A man without a time nor place
The cold reality his to face
Is he forever lost in space
Or hurtling toward the ground?
Will he climb the skies again
If so, how, and where, and when
And what is he to do 'til then
The questions do abound
To learn from many past mistakes
Perhaps they were but lucky breaks
To persevere is what it takes
To find the truth profound
May providencial intercession
Be induced by self-confession
A pacifist turns toward aggression
Once loose is so unbound
And thus what is to be his fate
To kill or just to contemplate
Turning pain to something great
And make the trumpet sound
To leave an everlasting mark
Perhaps provide the crucial spark
To light the fires that fight the dark
Before death comes around
Upon the seas he's ever tossed
Always mindful of the cost
Of knowing all is likely lost
And never to be found
stephen h. smith FEB23 2003
