What is with these boys? Are these future men? The ones who will lead the next coming age? The ones who lay still in their beds, sitting frozen, sucked in by T.V Who play games with the times testing the boundaries of not doing more Sure they walk and they speak, but they mumble their words and fall fast asleep No interest in life, to explore so young and youth has already fled replaced with excuses, and being bored to death you know who are, boys who think you are men I am no exception, I have been distracted been lazy, am far from a hard working man much more effort to give sweat, blood, and tears absent in my life these past few years Selfish, indulgent, willingly wasting my youth There is time to regret, and more time to correct for now that I live, awake and alert abundant in strength, health, and things to pursuit I have been rebuked to take hold of myself to run not to walk, work more than I talk And while I still have the chance grow up, be a man.