An ode

Back from where one comes...

Life went a full circle,

Only to take him back...

He comes with nothing

Goes back with nothing...

And whatever he does in between is

Either in minds of persons lodged,

Or in the pages of history lost...

What does the mind lack,

When all goes black,

When Time comes calling

Is it the beginning of the end,

Or the end of a beginning?

From a composite to ashes,

What is it that makes the Man?

He who showed me the path

Why did he have to face the machines wrath?

In Nature he is all at ease

May he always sleep in peace