Chapter 3

I thought alot about how to approach this

In a way where it wouldn't be physical, maybe scrap my knees

Partly because I believe you aren't the culprit

If I have to be honest I don't think there is

As a kid I saw a picture-perfect photgraph come to live

Man meets woman , offsprings I could count up until 5

Partly because I believe you aren't the culprit

Said this already so maybe I am just performing an act of stalling

Dad, I wish we talked, give each more hours

Now i fear that this dish has finally gone sour

I don't know if i want to revisit this bond

I don't know if this even comes with a choice

I know you aren't perfect and I am sure you did your best

I just hate how in my life, it feels you're just a guest

Though I say I am already used to it

Every time mum tries to middleman this huge rift

Facing being a man all alone, maybe that's why i walk slow

I don't know where to go or if i am even on a road

One day, I would start building a family of my own

But before that I need to understand how to man up my home

Mentally, it's a mess , lots of flaws, lots of stairs

Resentments, I am yet, to address. too much stress

I am no longer in business of using metaphors

I think i have done it for far too long, it's enough

Eyes are opened toward the blue sky to YHWH

I understand now why I saw Him that way

A way where I felt I had to come up clean before asking

As times passed , I couldn't get clean , yet with distance ammasing

I wish one day, we both sit down and I can pour out more

But your temper, I inherited, tells me I'm beating a dead horse

Loud cymbals, broken bottles, choir in church, hear the gospel

I don't want to say more, anxiety is here, he is knocking at the door

I know you tried , despite the rain, thunder and lightning

But my chest is heavy hence why i am writing

Because i believe you aren't the culprit

If I have to be honest I don't think there is

Ringing

Ringing

Ringing

Is this it?