He dreamed of his triangular body, 

the plain colour of beige

he remembered numbers

zero, seven and four

zero for infinity, an endless circle

seven for the number of days the gods gave us

four to form a square

his soul has more to bare

it was subconscience telling his mind, 

my body, it’s in pain!

but my dearest brother, 

your mind is perfectly sane

you put your past behind you

cast it away into the sea

But why, my healthy one

is your body in pain?

You feel what I feel, 

hurt and at times, disdain

I love you

until the end of time

for you, I will always rhyme

There are two ways through life: the way of Nature and the way of Grace. We have to choose which one to follow.  

Mother: You’ll be grown before that tree is tall

Father: It takes fierce will to get ahead in this world, come on, hit me son, come on.

Mother: He’s afraid of you, you expect things of him only an adult can accomplish

Father: I just want you to be strong and be your own man

Father, Mother; always you wrestle inside me. Always you will.

Father: Some day you will fall down and weep and you will understand it all; all things.

Guide us to the end of time. Unless you love your life will flash by.