When I was a young man,
Barely a man young man,
I concerned myself
With the content of myself.
A luxury of vanity, I could
Afford a luxury or five,
Afford distinctions not to show myself different,
--------But to show myself not the same.

I became an adult man,
Barely a man adult man,
And I no longer concerned myself
Was now content of myself.
A luxury of being freed from vanity,
Wanting only the luxury of life.
As always better defined by who I am not.
--------I am.
--------I hope I will be.
--------I deserve only opportunity.