Same eyes
Same person different times
I'm just like my father
Same hair
Same mistakes
I'm just like him
The person who I begged to change
Is changing me
Into a replica
It's just one hit
One inhale
One exhale
But why do I feel like I'm floating ?
Is this what my father felt
Was he floating despite all of the calls for him to come down ?
Is this why he is so far out of reach ?
I'm just like my father
I have so many good things going for me
Why must I let them go?
My father did this once
Got caught in a wave of fun
And never left it
I just wanna feel free
Free as a small bird with a big pair of wings
That can help me fly away
Far far away
But I'm just like him
And that's what drags me down
Back to earth
Because I don't want to be him
I want to be me
I will not be like my father.

YOU ARE READING
written from the soul
PoésieListen to my deepest and darkest secrets slowly revealed in a jumble of metaphors and similes :)