Dad? Do you believe that past and present meet in a place called destiny?
Or that past and future meet in a place called now?

Dad? Do child and adult, father and son, meet in a place called 'I'?
Do you see me now, Dad and revisit your past's future, your future passed?

Am I your hopes, your dreams, your rival , your mortal destiny, manifest?
Am I your friend, your blood, your child, your son?

And would you fear, if we were each other, as I feared, clawing at the cage of 'how I was taught to be not myself'?
And did you share the pain, when I made myself an island, burning bridges,  
so I could  find  the 'I' in me?

Of course .........you did.............and you quietly, stoically bore the brunt of that pain. And though  I always loved you, Dad, now I am your forever friend............................and your son.