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Dear son,
you do not exist yet,
but you float around
in space.
(You are a star.)
Right now,
you are dust floating
among debris
from an explosion.
(A super nova.)
Yes, I know
it doesn't actually
work that way
but that's how I
like to look at it.
Dear son,
the world is at your
fingertips,
(you just
have to have the
coordination to catch it.)
I'm not sure
if I will be able to
for I am still a child myself
and you do not exist yet
you are dust
and debris
(And light.)
The light
At the end of the tunnel
a last hope
when all else was lost
you were there to
guide the way home
(Two steps ahead)
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