Aims

A man can aim in this world all he wants

Quit, fail, succeed, and cross

He can run, and run

He can grow, pretend to change

And even become his own boss

But the need grows on

In the heart of the empty

Between the cracks of unknowing

Where the weeds always grow

His desire itself

Can become the eaters to eat

And his stomach no longer

To be filled even once, because

A man can aim in this world all he wants