Wait wait! You cannot stand here. Here, is where the feet of your ancestors marched to better the future race. And your face bares no sign of achievement, cheeks as rosy
as a new born baby, but lack the wrinkles of stress that shows the reach to a better life. And that LIFE that you so easily sleep away while dreaming of fast cars and women does have value. Without permission you mark it down to that of nothing, to turn around and hold your head up high as if you are priceless.... but in a sense you are.... See you will not plant one foot here, not because it is physically impossible... But, that you don't even exist... As i stare in this mirror I Refuse to let you take one step into this world... My world!