We are men!
Men walking the line
balancing on that tight rope
of life and dying
only to burst forward
on hands and knees
crying out of the womb
starting life all over again.
We are men!
Men holding the line
waiting to be the next one called.
What is that buzzing sound?
The wind shakes the hourglass
we are the sand
moving with time and...
dying.
We are men.
Men sweating that 9 to 5
waiting for those hands to move
drinking and partying
until the sun shines
working all day
hung-over and...
dying.
We are men.
Men standing by the door
seeing our children
run to the bus
and yelling
"Don't forget to eat your vegetables!"
kissing the wife
as she goes to work
taking care of our neighbor
and...
dying.
Hubby came home early.
The hands move once more.
We are men
changing like a caterpillar
beautiful butterfly
spreading those wings
coming face-to-face
with the mirror
lost in a world
looking for truth
and...
dying.
Man, how time flies.