There was once a man who was made for the moon

There was once a man who was made for the moon,
who walked simply to a beat that was in itself his own "tune."
He had character,
he knew of despair,
he knew of everything
except the process of his own hair.

There was once a man who was made for the world,
who had the aura of travel in his mold.
He had freedom,
he knew of charm,
he knew of everything
except of people who choose to live on farms.

There was once a man who was made for the sun,
who experienced intense heat when he knew he was done.
He had passion,
he knew of hesitation,
he knew of everything
except the animation of his own great creation.

There was once a man who was made for himself,
who created everything and never asked for help.
He had knowledge,
he even had fact,
he knew of everything
except that it was all an act.