Coming of Age

With much disdain i say this That much like we adapt to environments Our environments molds into us All we experience We are what we endure. Wish we, and by we I mean he could've shaken this tainted water from his dermis Overtaken organs, now worked its way in to the core of being, his infrastructure. He is what he is, just as well I wouldn't want him to change now Just then, when I was impressionable when I should have been spared his misfortune. Yet in his head its normal to be the way he was and is He knew no other way to survive Perceiving himself as a hard, great man. HE IS, OH, HE IS.. Now i've become a hard, great man But of this Beast, Maturity is a thief For it, not quietly and with both hands, stole my youth my carefree, in front of my eyes. As i got older, the less cynical he became for the first time he acted like a friend And me, me being the great, hard man that I am Ignored him reaching, trying to grasp MY heart. A big Pat-on the-Back OLD MAN Look what I've become. Turned me into this hard, great man Instead of your son. I am Him, I am Misfortune, I AM EVERY MAN.