Man.

Strive to be a man who’s voice cuts glass

and materialises in air

Who’s every word carries the meaning of ancient treasures

Who’s voice coming from the back shows the front the way

Be a man who smashes concrete with his gaze;

Undresses words without meaning,

Finds new passages in the eternal maze  

A visionary

Who

For living for humanity

Is immortalized into stone.

 

Gabe Rupe