We chose to be boys just a little longer growing into men Just a little slower We knew the years were running And our skins were drying Our voices breaking, And our innocence fading But here we were with our empty pockets Our heartbreaks plenty In our empty houses Living our best lives It wasn't anything spectacular Nor was there anything in particular Nor were we lesser men For choosing our own path, The road less travelled -Khapoya g ©Enock Khapoya roads less travelled