I dream of the streets while most of my brothers hope for peace, because there will be no peace until the community is redeemed. As a man I do not channel my hopes to frivolous wishes. There is no being great without us being great together, leave unrealistic ambitions to those lacking communal spirit. The world mat call me incomplete but not incompetent to what will complete me.
I rest upon the knowledge of there being no me without us. Knowledge has changed my mindset to discipline us by writing our faults. It is a shame that the united way of living is considered thinking only of ourselves (individually.)
There will never be another me if no other brother can find himself in us. Even I find me in all other born men. To dive deep and go as far as to be willing to survive on one breath is considered obscure. Especially knowing there’s a chance of drowning, this causes many men to quit oppose to fishing for others.
Spare me of your indirect chatter of how much of a man you are if you are not man enough to be a man for all mankind. Catch me at the reef. I only know of one direction to take… the deep course. There is nothing shallow about life or its trials, so why should we conform to sensitive measures in hopes to change a deplorable society?