In the farthest corner, lurks with a grin on his face
A man needing a welcoming embrace.
The man seems clueless of the life that awaits
Of the pain he'll be holding
Of the night that stays.
I see that man everyday
I see him in every place
Dressed up as a commensal in me
He goes and takes my place.
Oh! Just look at that face!
A jovial welcome is all he needs
All he cares for, all he thinks of.
Grossly immature, with a body of refute
He walks in a disguise
He walks into you
In the blink of an eye,
Or in the eye of the tiger,
Courage is all he needs
Or something he can go to banter
Oh! Like a panther.
Darkness beholds, moonlight shines
Should he be grinning?
Would he die?
The commensal in me asks
Would you care to divulge:
What is life? Is it moot?
What is all that I saw?
Where's the who's who?
Who makes you, you?
Who? Care to say "who"?
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