Progressive evolution
I was a good archer as a kid
now, i am a shooting star.
I am Prometheus,
Dad, maybe I never told you how much I miss you ever since I left home, I never ever told you how much I love you, probably never showed it to you either. Sometimes I just don't understand what I am doing with my life, with my priorities, and my chase of the unknown, missing out on the quality time I could have spent with you in these youthful years of mine. I want to discuss politics with you dad and about those corny distant relatives of ours, I want to be a part of your binge drinking entourage, I want to cook food from distant parts of the world for you, and fix cocktails. Tell you tales about my conquests, and the stupid/interesting people I met in my various sojourns. I want you to be my dad, and I want to be your son.
Breathe-breed-breathe