the man

[yamahanessa]

There comes a time
In every man’s world
When he must wake up
And leave behind his old life
And spring forth
Into his new life

He must rise above his childhood
He must forge a new path
His own path
He must forget his past cares
He must forget his worries

And know that those no longer matter

He must be able to look ahead
Into the clear blue sky
The rolling hills
And all that lies ahead

And know that he will survive