Call Doc Brown-
my past runs into the future.
Am I Marty McFly?
Time slips through my fingers,
and I watch you fly-
Myself, but slightly different.
You wear my hard edges,
but sanded, close to perfection-
a reflection, reversed.
All the good inside me,
put first.
You are handsome, full of strength.
Calm and gentle when things are tense.
Full of intelligence and a Godly sense.
You are my son.
My pride, my peace.
A reflection upon this earth-
not just of me,
but of the man I prayed to be.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 11:55 PM UTC
Call Doc Brown-
my past runs into the future.
Am I Marty McFly?
Time slips through my fingers,
and I watch you fly-
Myself, but slightly different.
You wear my hard edges,
but sanded, close to perfection-
a reflection, reversed.
All the good inside me,
put first.
You are handsome, full of strength.
Calm and gentle when things are tense.
Full of intelligence and a Godly sense.
You are my son.
My pride, my peace.
A reflection upon this earth-
not just of me,
but of the man I prayed to be.