A desire to thrive in a city so grand.
A city where success is scrutinized
and accomplishment is ordinary.
"What will I become?" asks a city boy.
A city where the richest man is nameless,
where the less privileged are tainted.
A place that praises what we portray to be,
and shames those who demonstrate modesty.
"What will I amount to be?" asks a city boy.
Will I succeed? Praised for what I have achieved?
Or will I be plain and ordinary?
Forgotten like the majority?
Will I lead? Inspiring ones to succeed?
Or will I succumb to be a follower?
Endlessly searching for wisdom to heed?
Truly a city that is so grand
that it forces a boy to question:
“Will I ever become a man?”
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