I stand posted in a box surrounded by men,
Men supervised by myself, me being the youngest
I look around and ask myself,where
Do I go from here, mistakes they've made and consequences their paying,
Their journeys aren't over, just came to a full stop,
As time goes by and future is my present,
My success is later, I thrive to become a man of my own,
One that carries himself well and gentlemen he is.
Success I want and love I search.
I want to be what many men call themselves but can't be "A Man"