He came to this world just like anybody else does,
Soon he learned there is good & there is bad,
Then he realized that his own life was such a privilege
For he knew that out there, there are lives in real great pain.

He read in books that in this world
There are no guarantees.
You live your life the best you can,
You can’t do more than that.

Aware that he hadn’t been around
He put on his jacket and folds in a little map,
Pulled out right from under his bed,
His savings by breaking the hell of a piggy bank.

I’m leaving now -he told his mother-
I’ll be traveling a month or two,
I want to feel how this life
Takes me by surprise.

His mother stood & stared -then said-
You are very young, but that’s fine son if you must go,
I love you, take care and don’t forget,
It’s Friday, on Monday you know you go back to school.