To Those Who Wish to Define Me

Try, but you will fail.

Image generated by Google Gemini, prompted by the poem.

You don’t seem to understand.
I’m not a child waiting for my time in the sun.
Long years and sleepless nights have come and gone,
yet the road stretches far ahead.

To those who wish to define me,
Try it.

I’m not a father, brother, or husband.
I can’t be a publisher, writer, or author.
Do you think I’m a …