Running from one to the other, they care about you, they planned your emergence, they wanted and wanted ….
Then you. Running again. It’s time to stettle down, because you’re now running, and I don’t mind one bit.
You see, but are filled mostly with yourself: so you perceive simply utter truth, careless to how you related to it.
Oh but to avoid my shame of being lesser, and define myself to all, to my women, my wife and daughters as …. giving.
Oh but that.