leaking Pen (Wellington, New Zealand)

Gently I fold my dream's wide screen
Away: away I release your meanings
Bright Sun, eyes wide, painted perceived path
Go my Son, fame and fortune awaits your trail
The age of consent releases you from my hold
Go my Son into the day and into the night
Into the question mark, blaze a trail!
Flip the pages of destiny explore its sinuous roads
Determined hand in hand not mine to hold
Go into every question mark's interrobang
It's about the journey my Son not the destination
Sooner or later you'll arrive to the same answer
That led your father to the master plaster
A rolling rock carves the widest path!

February 19,2013
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