Baskadia

Out on the road to self discovery

My legs so weak, I can't walk,

The journey is long

So I take the wheel chair

But the earth is quicksand

Slowly Eating up my wheels

Which is now too stiff to be wheeled

So I sit back waiting to be swallowed

My worse fears coming to life right before my eyes

Maybe I should cry for help

No no no

I should be strong and man up

At least that is what is expected of me

It really hurts but I don't see other men

Crying out

I guess I too can be strong

I can also be a man.