I’m just a kid. I’m still young and I need,
Someone to give me my own destiny,
I’ve too many questions that need answering,
I need some guidance or else I will bleed like
Life… how much have you been livin?
Do you follow any plans, do you use superstition?
Just like the Spanish, no one expects the inquisition,
But it’d be nice if you could see what lies within.
Like how am I gonna do in the future,
Will I be successful, Will I be a moocher,
Will I turn dumb, or become a computer,
It would be great if I only had a tutor.
He could tell me all about how I could climb out,
And never be locked inside myself with high doubt,
That I’ll be someone I can respect, I’m ‘bout
To think myself into insanity, time-out….
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Hey man, I wish you all the luck,
I’ve been through where you’re going, and it’s hard as fuck,
There’ll be rocks in the way, you will have to buckle up,
And get ready coz the path will hit you like a bloody truck.
Aye man, I wish I could tell you this somehow,
Since I’m over here, I know you’ll never throw in the towel,
I know Bruce Wayne’s still young, not ready for the cowl.
Hang in there, mate. This soldier’s not easy to drown.
I wanted to ask though, you made me, right?
I don’t remember all my memories, forget sometimes.
But I got a lot of regrets, I wanted to ask you why,
On earth you did any of it, man. It’s funny now but like..
There’s a lot of things about you that confuse me,
Many things I found out after the fact, and excuse me;
How on earth am I still alive, you amuse me.
Funny little man, I wish you could use me.
Cos if you had my knowledge of the story,
You’d have acted different, ended up less sorry,
Perhaps even a little less regretful, less worry,
But hey, aren’t you glad it didn’t turn gory?
Nah look, I’ll admit, I’ve gone the wrong direction,
I’m just you with more scars and less protection,
Every dumb move you make becomes my reflection,
I can’t undo it, I can only give perspective.
See the gory stuff you dodged, I lived through,
The sleepless nights, the mates that I now call crew.
I’m not Jackie Chan, here to teach you some kung-fu,
But i’m the proof that you survive, that’s the gift I bring you.
So stop asking why, start asking what now,
Coz I can’t rewrite the script, I can only show you how
It ends up; not perfect, but you’re still standing, somehow.
Funny little man… go on. Take your bow.
And when you’re me? Well then you’ll see.
It ain’t all bad in this timeline, if I’m what you’ll be,
If you follow the stars and strive for what you seek,
Then I guess you followed the script, the one that god gave me.
It’s this script that keeps things moving,
Just like time, it’s always proving,
Always room for your improving,
I’m not perfect yet, still losing,
But not everything’s a loss, some of it is redeemed,
Not everything is bad, no where near as it seemed,
And I’ll keep tutoring you only so that I can believe,
Somewhere later there’s an older version tutoring to me.