there is new discomfort in this one life of mine...
i am your child, you gave me life, you have been generous with me
you have returned to me each time when i need you
i have despised you, i have wasted and discarded you
i have ignored you, i have done nothing to earn you
yet, i remain your child!
the heresy of it all!
i dare you!
why have you not abandoned me? why do you insist on your presence?
why are you so generous?
you do not even exist you are abstract
yet...
blind to your abstractness, men will kill each other
just to possess you just to take you away from others
yet...
you do not even exist you have no substance
yet...
if it was not for you, my life would not be
it was you and another's greed it was you and another's weakness
and perhaps it was love
yet... i do exist and you are good to me
given that you have made me your child who am i?
