Tuesday, August 17, 2010

How must it feel
To be me
Older and still disconnected
Alcoholic and still unsuccessful
At so much in life

We are the same
So much I inherited from you
That I feel compelled to return to you
And tell you that everything
Turned out okay
In the end

I am you without your disease
You without your regrets
And disconnection
You with an education
A happy spouse
And future prospects
I am you without your roots
To a barren land
I am you with everything
You could ever imagine
Wanting in this life

You can put your faith in me
You can rest your hopes on me
I will carry your burdens
Along with my own
And I will take flight anyway

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