My Fathers Son

So much is happening; heart and soul!
My shifting futures; what’s the goal?
Where will I be two breaths from here?
My future I don’t find too clear!
But I’ll always be my fathers son,
and so I’ll strive to find the fun!

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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