Who I wouldn’t want to be?
I want to be a man who can build, calloused
hands from hammering,
I want to be a man who can paint, the
kind who sees the universe in a flower petal,
I want to be a man who can love, deep
love the kind that can drive you mad,
I want to be a man who can fight, so
that I can be peaceful and not harmless,
I want to be a man whose initial reaction isn’t fear, the
kind who acts first with commitment,
I want to be a man who adventures, on
a whim, on a feel, on a desire, change everything,
I want to be a man of importance, someone
who you may reply upon,
I want to be a man of my own thoughts,
thinking for myself and not mouthing the words of others,
I want to be a man of action, the
passive in me strangled to death,
I want to be…I want to be…I want to be…
Who am I?
A bit of this, a bit of that,
some of what I want to be,
much of what I don’t,
independent and free,
the kind of man,
I wish to be.
What are you doing?
all at once.
The kind of man,
will become what he is becoming.