He carries a bagful of burden
And ventures in search of his identity,
Toiling day after day like programmed zombies
Embracing uncertainty among the mist;
Yet perceivers towards the unknown future
Seeking acceptance amidst his social sphere.
What lies behind those doors is unknown till it’s open,
Solomon’s treasure perhaps or just another diversion.
He’s honed since young to serve humanity
He’s even told to live his life,
So what the rationality behind this bipolarity?
Contradictory ideas are fed just the same
So how does he learn in this to remain sane?
Yet through it all, he is expected
To be a father, to be a son;
A loving husband and a dependable friend.
Not a moment he has to spare to feel his emotions once again,
Not another, to feel burdens lessen.
What was it that he pursued so undaunted
Now his footprints are long gone.
No sound of his words still flutter
Not a trace remain of his swagger
And as our own life take inhibition
Soon enough his memories will be forgotten.