A MAN THAT NEVER COULD BEEN...
What exactly trifles a man's wisdom?
When his dreams wander aimlessly beneath his own kingdom...
When his passions run amuck with the whistling wind...
And his visions blurred by the noxious sight of sin?
What blunt fury could excite a man's wiles...
When he thrust up his fists on air for miles...
When he refuses to stampede-ground on agonizing pains...
And traverses not to unlock himself from the bondage of vains?"
What nomadic heart best describes a man's constitution...
When his vices, whims and caprices succumb not to restitution...
When his basic intentions defy lucid explanations...
And obstinates irrationality only rests onto his blind suppositions?
What blatant impetus could a man suffers in perpetuity...
When by greed he opportunely grabs all the grandeurs in sagasity...
When he illicitly seizes his love passions with shrewdest dexterity...
And incessantly advances his insatiable mundane conquests through vague eternity?
--Digna (Mother)
