He was trying to let go

But his body never got the flow

Of unlacing his muscles as he kept go

Ing, to bring the strings of his being

As a storm of sweat was now dripping

Into the stress of being dispossessed,

He got no rest.

Unveiling the truth sealed inside his bean

It was clear he was now set and clean

To become once and for all

All he could ever be

Like a leaf drifting at Fall

C’est la vie,

C’est tout pour lui.