The last thing most men learn about.

Just a school
of thought;
I wonder
if there
is a way
how I could gift it all
away
and it would mean
there was a moment
I could give
I could gift
and I could ran after.
my time seem to have passed
so fast
on this planet
I could scream after
her,
but at night
my words echo
so loud
in the alleys
who knows
whose eyes
awaken
when they hear me scream.
As a man
you are supposed to be
replaceable
until you made a need of you
that is the truth
no choice or
coincidence
everyone shatters
part for part
put your heart
back in it.
even if the world
or her
don’t need you,
you have
to have a point.