The Man I Am

The man I am is the man I made, Inventing, reinventing all through the loss and the gain, The joy, the fun the cry and the pain, In my was and now, the loss I learn, appreciating the gain. On a side my desires, on other my deeds Then hate and love on the side that precedes, Freedom in captivity my actions hide, Wisdom and stupidity, my ego, my pride, Judging the judge that made the judgment I judge, Laughing the laughter to loved, then fake-smile those I hold grudge. The man I am is what society made, Taking from the poor then them pretend to aid Corrupt values, moral vices, Unrighteous religious men, holy politicians we praises. The man, I am is the product of my was, Those I abstained from, and the instinct I trust, The actionable action, cowardly acted upon, For the gold, the silver, the pleasure, the fun. The man I will be, will be the product of the man I am, The books I read, the already made plan, The road I pass that determine the destination, Then the most important of my decision.