I struggle with the code
And living by morals
That I chose by birth
My face is worn by a million men
With a mouth that speaks for a multitude
Each word must be beaded
On a narrow thread
I struggle with the code
Because it is so much bigger than I
And means more than my single life
It isn’t a burden
But an honor
I do not deserve
The question isn’t how
Because my brothers dig paths
In the world my sisters birthed
From ancient, immortal loins
Where a home awaits
Vacant
When I come home
I will no longer struggle
