At the tip (Poem)

Not to be alive,
But to live,
I need energy,
For my effort to rupture,
Always at the tip,
Yeah, I can feel it
In this meaningless cycle of crouching and stretching.

Yeah, I want energy,
At the tip.

At the tip of my fingers
for my endless words,
At the tip of my toes
for those endless strides,
At the tip of my head,
to fathom these subtle threads.

And yeah,
At the very tip of my tool,
Now see that’s my paramount manhood.