it’s like labor pains
the birth of a new life
how many lives can I have?
how many can i handle?
how many are there?
oh, how many worlds to explore!
i will not bring
what is forbidden
i will not turn
into what they think
i will turn into
what i see
which is a secret to me
so fragile
yet unbreakable
it doesn’t quite make sense
how a kiss
can kill me
but a Crucifixion
could never kill me
it doesn’t make sense
how I got here
but it was by the wind, i say!
as a friend it was to me
so shall i be to it!
and thank it for leading me to you
but it doesn’t talk to you
and comfort you
it comforted from you
therefore i must be forewarned!
a little late i might add
but nonetheless
it did its duty
paid back
someone who saw it’s beauty
but oh how they really do start to talk back !
even the man on the moon!
smiles at me
oh how i wish i were there!
again.
make me an endless
supply of oxygen
so then i might fly
oh how this place is torture
never really sure of who they are
well i know who I am!
father!
i am your daughter
and i’m breaking the cycle
father!
wake up
i’m coming home
to make you proud again
to wait for you on the weekends
for no one compares to you
and your art.
for you made life beautiful
therefore so can I!
but without you
i just hear your voice
saying
thata girl!
oh dad,
such a noob
i love you.
for you are me and I am you.
wow
how i’ve got work to do.
so you’re grandchildren
are born through spirit and air!
always floating there
they say
grandfather
look what we can do!
we can do it too!
be just like you.
for your grandchildren
signify my future
of how many times
i’ve been reborn
to do this
to live this
for your grandchildren
is my art.
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