that they never end
even before they begin.
what does it mean
to be human
in a world
without meaning?
I have never asked someone
about their tattoos,
just as I have never interrogated the moon
about where is goes at noon.
trust me, it takes a lot to know a man
to understand the warrior,
the wannabe, the sage
the little boy enraged.
some nights are so wise,
and sum of days are so dumb,
because all your joys add up.