What is a man?
How do you loosely define with words a concept with much broader connotations?
I assure you, age means nothing, height means nothing and education means nothing.
I am 19, 6’2 and a sophomore in college but I was the one who posed the question.

In all of these years, never have I been more confused.
I was more a “man” when I was little, with no worries.
Now the worries build-up and have great variation between them.
I don’t want to worry, I’m sick of worrying.
Does that make me a coward?  A lack of a man?

Looking at me, you may assume I’m a man.
I’m a tall guy with facial hair, I tower over you and your kids.
Maybe I’m not a man because I’m skinny?
Maybe I’m not one because I still have childish acne from time to time?
I don’t have wrinkles; maybe I’m still a child?

I know that 2 + 2 is 4 and 6/3 is 2 but where will that get me?
I know the function of nerves but they would work just as well if I didn’t.
I go to college, or better yet, I live at a college.
I go to class but I dream of something bigger than a classroom.
I just don’t know what that is yet, shouldn’t a man know?

All of these questions have stricken no answers.
No one will ever know what a man is and no one needs to.
Whatever’s happening within me will all come together one day.
Until then, you can say I’m not a man.
Because I don’t want to be one.