Beyond Reason

Two trained legs A pen or two A subway fare And a broken Pair of pointed old broken shoes... Is all the wealth I have in New York City... Sixty-nine blocks I had to walk, Without a coin In my pocket... I sympathize With beggars now, Not that I think We're all trying To reach a standard... Kept as an ideal, That one's value To win or lose, Beyond comfort Or compromise... What noble cause, Stirring the soul To sacrifice An easy life For a higher role: Essence...! But the need to prove, Oneself outside, Of existence... Itself, a truth Beyond reason... Nevertheless, I survived...