Young bull
Test your strength
Shake your great head
Let your horns brush the stars
None shall stand in your way
Least you let them
Charge at your hinderances
Your great shoulders will carry you
Use your given strength
The earth quakes to your step
Your breath sears it
Why bow down
Humble yourself on your knee
Never.
Be that great bull
Etched in the stars
A permanent folklore
Become that greatness
Fake for no other
Be that individual
No protection do you need
For all are conquered before you
Thus rise
You are of age
Lay not in another’s shadow
You have outgrown them
Shadow them with your hiding the sun
Know this is your destiny
Be of age