child.

What is the true obligation of a mother and father?

Have we expected too much of them? Have we expected too little of ourselves too soon.

Have we stolen our right to be naturally living things of the universe. Growing without a misconception that we must do something to do so.

Allowing the natural momentum of divine intention take hold of our electric bodies and abundant spirit.

Lifting us to heights we could never dream up.

But our mind so restless, our fathers eager to lead, we plunge ourselves into places we've dreamed. Faulting the true places we were destined to conquer.

Cursing the places that call our true name.

Were are parents to show us the way?

Or are we children no more?

Dying to be conditioned, coddled, commanded.

Lulled and showered with senseless admiration.

Poured with expectation.

Who are we to be as such?