An incomplete man
With his hands
At his side
Piecing a puzzle
Inside of his mind
Sort information
Some helpful, some wrong
Get to the bottom
Of all that belongs
And he believed
Everyone else must be right
Surrendering himself
With hardly a fight
Locked in the darkness
Without any light
Ego goes gently
Into that good night
Now all that is left
Does its best
To rebuild
Finding the path
To a life
Well fulfilled
Fighting to be
Who he once
Could have been
With new understanding
It’s time to begin
A Life in Poems 