When, we come of age
Is when, choices are made.
A fresh footprint
Is laid
It indicates no direction
Of travel
It generated from space;
Thin air.
It shows no relationship to anyone,
No memories
Ingrained
Nothing holding it
Here
Be encouraged to travel
Step that step proud
They're not to judge you
Since you
Stepped out
Of the others, they too are in movement,  and now you can see with
Unbiased eyes,  how thankful we can be. For by the grace of God, go I.