“just like your father.”

just like your father who yearns for the part of the world
with the maroon grounds that once caught him as a child.
who wants to change the world
but by dying traditions and false idols has become so fragile.
just like your father who has one, two many lovers.
opened the doorway for manipulation to claw into our minds
and deemed you as saviors.

just like your father who spends his spare change
on lottery tickets and scratch offs.
you chase your dreams gambling and starving
begging for a role where you’d make 10 folds.

we’re in our heads a lot.
more so than ever lately.
lady death awaits for your hands
”take me instead.”
as i force mine into her palms
but she whispers to me and asks for you.

“i am no religion i am just a boy just a man
asking for someone to utter past beliefs
into the real that i am safe to become anyone else.”

just like my father.
i hold my hands out
to help pull you where you need to get going to.
whether it is my time, my turn
i am joyous to aid the beginning of your beginning.
”take my hand, let go and let’s go.”