They asked "how'd you get here?"
"it's been a long road"
They laughed, "it's sounds like there was a man"

And I smiled

There was a journey.
There was a career had and lost
There were friends loved and left
There was adventure you could never know
And there was damage so deep you cant see the bottom.

"There was a man"

Of course.
There were many.  

But did they bring me here?
Are they as important as the woman who woke me?
Were they as exciting as the traveler who carried my water while I carried her tent?
Was there one as inspiring as the queer man who told me I was a queen?
Could they have been as present as the friend around the world who'd help me understand the viciousness of humanity.
There wasn't "A Man"
There was my life.
That's how I got here.