The falling man
is at your feet
it’s happened once again.
His latest fail
is incomplete
like everything he’s done.
Why does the man
get up again
no one really knows;
he’s only bound to fall and then
watch out,
there he goes!
The falling man
is on his way
tumbling through the sky
a shooting star;
a hissing flash
precedes his anguished cry .
He’s on the ground
a ruined heap
of humanness and flame;
the ash of dreams
that settles on
him screaming in his shame.
The falling man
is up again
will he never learn?
Is he stubborn, is he dense,
does he just like to burn?
The falling man
is by my side
in everything I do
he’s often helped me tie my tie
and laces up my shoe.
Fallen folks are all around
watch out where you step
or all of us will have our heels
on each others necks.
The falling man
is near you now,
feel burning down his cheek
the cost of failure overcome
for you are also he.
His back is bent
his head is bowed
brow beat, upon his knees;
the voice that cracks
through blood and pain
does not concede defeat.
And you are also he.
And we are also he.
