Images of memories that have never been
Of a past reminiscent of a past akin
Of a boy holding the hand of a man that ran
Who built himself with pieces of dust and sand
Who doesn’t know where to go and how to be
Who won’t understand a love given conditionally

Now a father, a husband, a man
No longer a son to whom won’t understand
No long chained to the powers that be
Strangely wired, unfit to society
Rejected by his makers in a lose lose deal
After years of lies and beliefs deceived

Now alone in a void confused and bereaved
Burning the pictures, the portraits, the fallacies