A Boy's Question A Man's Answer

The first poem in all the books of my series.
What was Given
There was a field with a path
Or was it a path through a field
It's not a choice to find the field
The field that has its own path
It's a choice to go down it
It's a choice to go through it
We awake to the day
We obey our own way
We don't choose our day
We don't choose our own way
We are what we are
We are our own history traveling forward
So a child stumbles
And a man is humbled
For it wasn't long ago
That a man found a field
He wasn't looking for it
He wasn't in need of it
Still he had found a field
A field with its own path
So he chose to go down it
He chose to go through it
Why would we say
That he chose his own way
Why would we say
That it's his own natural way
The day began and brought the man into it
The world gave the man his own way to obey
The man stumbled
As the man made his way through the field
The man stumbled
As the man made his way down the path
The path through the field
The boy who asks into the night "Why am I alive?"again seeks answers.
Here in the second story he is confronted by the truth of his World.
"What can I do? I'm overwhelmed, my life, my
choices . . . I feel like I'm only here to find my end."
The Voice
"I'm here for you. Sometimes that's all we can be.
The World is a place of many ends and many
beginnings. It provides many ways for man to know
and go forward into. One man cannot know another
man's heart, but a man can learn to love all who are
of the World. A child must learn many things to
understand what it is to be alive. A man also must
grow to understand how the World can allow for its
own nature. A man must know what the World is.
The World changes as man creates it. The World
changes as it raises another generation to become
those who shape it."
The man awoke and was again kneeling, one hand on
the ground, one hand clenched. He rose and began to
go forward.