With the son of man.

With the son of man.  Aye you, open up your mindwhat are you waiting for?get up, fold up your blindlook up and far. Can’t you hear the pleasant roar?of the coming bloom,and running back to corethe wounded head of gloom. The roads are calling youto measure their length,milestones are asking youto test their strength. Check the vastness of the earthand height of the sky,taste the fresh morning breathcompete with birds and fly. You too have a shareyours very own,don’t just stand and starepick up your crown. Shake well your headcome up with a plan,and break your breadwith the son of man. By;-Rahbar.