We may be related,
but unfortunately we do not relate.
it's as if such distance is beyond any love of my capacity.
so I simply set my sails to sea,
just to see what I can see,
exponentially drifting,
away from you and yours.

My soul equates to gold tenfold so I have no intention of being your trophy child,
that would simply be an insult to my worth.
So goodbye to cries for validation, only fools weep for pride.

No disrespect but no dream of mine is worth the sacrifice for pride.
Such an earthly thing that thing they call pride,
i want no part in it,
i am the lion that has left.

But you insist my dreams are killing me,
'This world is not ideal for passion you often say'
so you play the way of the dream killer,
shooting at each prospect i hope to someday grasp.

'No parent is perfect!' 'no parent is perfect!'
'It comes from fear!''it comes from fear!'

as each thought you spew spears from ear to ear.

But little do you know for I am not easily broken.
Wordplay is kungfu so I am Bruce Lee in combat.
Combating every word you say with Godly peace and eloquence.

'pride can be foolish, I don't need anyone to be proud of me'

With love,
the one who leaps with faith from cloud to cloud.