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.