A man asks not to be born,
Neither will he ask to die.
Forever within the womb,
He is both father and child.
Every man seeks a woman
And a woman is of many forms
All forms make not meaning
But all meaning makes up Destiny
And so, as a lover she looks to you
And so, as a daughter she looks up
And so, as a sister she looks to you
And so, as a mother she looks down
A man asks not to be born,
But those who are born must die,
By his Mother’s will he exists
By his Father’s witness he survives
Every man seeks meaning,
And meaning comes in many forms
All forms are of a woman
But all women are not Destiny
And so, as Power she ruins
And so, as Wealth she leaves
And so, as Wisdom she stays
And so, as Fate she weaves
A man asks not to be born,
But afloat upon the formless sea,
And so, she reveals through meaning
A woman in the shape of
Destiny
The tide is harsh,
And the tide is cruel,
The clouds are dark and gloom
A man floats ever waiting,
For Destiny, Death or Doom
And so,
She arrives and clears the skies
The sun shines bright and burns
A man tears up and begins to cry
As a baby pushed into life
It is a Mother who holds,
And a Father who sees,
The child is young and true
For life is life, with no dearth of strife
The sky now burns bright blue.
And so, the chain is carried on
A man now walks on waves
In the name of life, ever onward
Like our own beloved sun’s rays
The man walks straight and feels all forms
of Destiny’s embrace.