Written by C Hues
October 7, 2022
In the shadow of a better man, You feel less and less yourself. Pursuing what you suspect is there, But proving nothing. Trying to live up to a name, While failing to make your own. You start to think you’re on your own And question if you are a man. You may have your father’s name But you are still yourself. When reflecting, you see nothing. What, if anything, is there? I don’t think you should go there— To a place that’s not your own. You will end up with nothing, And feeling that you’re not a man. Who is this? Are you yourself? Do you even know your name? There’s more to you than just your name, Even though it’s always there. You still think you’re in this by yourself, And that who you are is what you own. But what you have won’t make you a man, Obsessing over nothing. You start to see success is really nothing Other than trying to make a name. So what you thought of as a man Was never truly there. The mistakes you own Do not define you but help you better yourself. So go and be yourself And want nothing. Your soul is your own. Your father’s name Does not put you there— On the path to be your better man. Now you know yourself, you are more than a name. You can see nothing will get the ego there— Because you are a man who holds his own.