Let me present to you this boy
demanding answers at sixteen
pride coursing his veins as poison
nonplussed by this noose
for his apprentice neck.
Possessed of a great key
and seeking the lock it opens,
mumbling his confidence
while barking his guttural laugh
and wondering why
the world seems passing him by.
This man at thirty-six
suspect of past certainties
mis-steps forth anew
convinced he's meant to live
beyond himself (still that boy inside the man)
able to walk without watching his step
to talk without thought
to reach, having little to offer
to love, knowing no other way.
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