The frantic man
Screamed at the wall,
Hoping the silent bricks
Would sing sweet melodies
About how they all came together...
Alas!
The only voices heard, that night,
“We’re terrible whispers -
Drones deep inside your head;
Built out of your failures,
And cemented together
By your frenzied flights
In fancy and in ‘keeping busy’...”
A man can die
From only a dozen
Deadly bee stings -
He can also die
If he jumps, thinking,
“This time, I can fly!”