What Makes A Man

What makes a person who they are

Is it the pretty face

Is it the bruises and scars

Is it the mess we've made 

The times we've fallen 

attempts we've failed 

The hearts broken

How many times I've let you down 

Are we too gone,

Now that the earth is open beneath us

Putting our confidence in trembling grounds

And water keeps rising

Lost direction, 

Distracted visions of where to go

Self Concentrated efforts 

All the while losing control 

Dispersed descriptions of sacrifice

Words without conviction 

color between the lines

As we sit watching our brothers drown from the other side

What message are we sending

What's this we are portraying?

What makes a person who they are?

Is it the bruises, is it the scars?

What makes a person who they are ?

Is it the pretty face 

Or the bruises and scars 

At the end of the day 

Can we look at ourselves and say,

We lived our lives with extended hands

When we go to sleep at night

Do we see our faults ?

Can we recognize 

That to rise 

we first must fall?

When that last day comes, 

Can we say we lived for others 

Or will our paths be stained by

The passing winds of good intentions 

Sacrifices never made

Truth we are keep trying to escape 

Courage lacked

Toxic expectations of self gratification 

Injected mentality,

Forgetting our commonality 

Poisoned our hearts 

Infected scrapes and open marks

Have fractured our mentality 

selfishness festering 

instead of minimizing

Is maximizing 

Contaminated waters continue to rise

Rapidly they rise

Yet here we are

Objectifying a human being 

What makes us who we are?

The man who sits and watches

Asking himself why,

As he fumbles in the dark 

What makes us who we are?

Proposed action, 

expected deeds

What balances our wants with another’s needs ?

Smothered in expensive fabrics

Contemplated moves untaken

Costumed as the opposite of what is visible and logic 

Voluntary indifference 

Awaits us on our doorsteps

The alarm's gone off

Yet unmoved 

 comfort is killing the fellow man 

We've been sleep walking far too long

What is it that makes a man?

Conducted by blind attempts 

At leading 

A cry for recognition

Amidst tragedy

pointing the finger before accepting our mistakes

As the ground beneath us opens 

And The earth below us shakes 

False attempts adorned by applause 

Plastic Praises 

drunken excuses

A Society traced

By embedded complex,

Implanted thoughts

Keep our ears covered, 

Eyes shaded

As the ground beneath us opens 

The open earth quakes 

We've been sleep walking far too long

What makes a man who he is?

Is it in the perfection lacked

Lives Overlooked  

Principles neglected 

Truth rejected 

Love misdirected

Love unaccepted

We've been sleep walking far too long