everyone thinks i'm an RK
But we're not.
Even when my father was alive;
It was his profession that made us look like one.
He had all skills to be top on any field.
He answered my never contented curiosity
I really looked up at him;
and made him promise to let me learn everything from him.
My yearning for answers were growing strong
I love the empowerment he gives after his answers
I knew what goal to have under his guidance
Until his death broke our promise.
His promise of guidance disappeared
my source of strength were put to test.
but the path to my guidance is being swept to nothingness.
This courage I held was just by me.
Everybody still thinks that I'm an RK
they think i'm at my height of adulting
but there's nothing as hard as missing someone
and forgetting that alongside living is dying.
