After a sobering cold shower
an unforgiving plummet sleep.
An announcement from God on a random playlist
saying
Just wait.
I flicked the razor,
I killed the manchild,
I drew a line in the sand.
And the line said
Work.
Dreams.
Death.
Pay.
Find.
Lead-not-follow.
Dreams...
As much as we
pray
for them to
fall
in our humble and cum stained
eager
laps
we have to
work.
For our
dreams.
Work.
Because your son wants to draw THAT line.
He wants
you
to draw that line.
And so do you.
