Need he a purpose,
A reason to be?
A perfect plan,
A purpose heaven-sent?
Is he an Aesthete to whom all is an Art
Or is his life just the throw of a dart?
Does man believe in the triumph of Love,
does man think all is ruled from above?
All in all does he think it is a balancing act,
Or does he find it none too abstract?
Seek he fame or glory, passion or peace,
His lease on this life surely will cease.
Regardless of virtue, experience or belief
He'll find himself victim to a most equitable thief.