  What men die in Women were maid for Is never fast enough And always So many feel a dis To, for, from And I think All any of us Are trying to do Is figure out What will serve us In serving this life Our purpose Drive Desire Path What are we to do? With whom? And for what motivation? What grand purpose Shall I live for? Die for? Cry out for? Or shall we go gentle Into that good night Some failure Of a grand poem Our only requiem? 
