Where does it leave a man, when he is as afraid to truly live, as he is to truly die?

Where does it leave a man when he chooses to believe he just became, rather than from the painter of the sky?

Where does it leave a man when he casts the first stone, when he should be standing accused?

Where does it leave a man when he buries his talents, afraid to be used?

Where does it leave a man when he forfeits all that is in his head, when he hardens his heart?

Where does it leave a man when he waits for fear, then realizes it is too late to start?

Where does it leave a man when he fakes strength, fearing transparency, when freedom comes when the weakness is in his embrace?

Where does it leave a man when he defends everything, but each forming face?

Where does it leave a man when he denies the medicine of joy and love, and chooses to justify the anger and hate?

Where does it leave a man who is willing to give it all up, but one thing on his plate?

Where does it leave a man when he forsakes all that is of value, for that which burns?

Where does it leave a man when he falls, but nothing he learns?

Where does it leave a man when he insists on saving himself, when the sacrifice has been made?

Where does it leave a man who is searching, but not willing to accept the path paved?

Where does it leave a man who accepts every conceivable lie as truth, and the only truth as a lie?

Where does it leave a man when he is as afraid to truly live, as he is to truly die?

Where does it leave a man, when he entertains……a lie?

October 15, 2004