The family tree
One right has blossoming flowers
The left is nothing but thorns
Both have left a curse
An easy-to-love hobby
It comes in many different flavors
The bitterness will disappear with reality
Such a delight
Such a burden
When you won’t know when to stop
It starts the same, with moderation
And it continues with a new voice inside
”It can solve everything.” The sharp voice will relax
Do it a few more times it’ll slur
”Having fun?”
This new feeling, I can separate fun from fear
It’s hereditary, it’s nature
But I know if I flow with these I will fade
And I will never escape reality
Nothing can open a door into somewhere
Where everything is fun and laughter is on the soundtrack
Now it’s just one more thing
My hand wavers over the blackened and twisted twigs
Shaking the question out through my fingertips
”Am I ready?”
To just break the branches and wait for Spring to bring new
”Are you ready?”
My eyes look over at the dark path I will be bound to follow
It has the answer, doesn’t it?
That I can’t escape anything permanently
Doesn’t seem fair ; nothing is
t.b.