Envision, Pt. I (Genesis)

"Beware, my son

Don't turn away from your place

Your heir will have a special gift

He'll need you"

I was raised with the burden

Of being the first-born child

Too bad for me 'cause my

Previous two brothers died at birth

For the first years I was

My father's favorite boy and I have

Never forgiven him for quit being so

Not even at his deathbed

I always had an unruliness

Deep in my core

But I could never be authentic

In my revolutions

My desperation led me to

A marriage of getaways

Our dirty realities were the only things

We have ever had in common

I finished my life as how I started

And I've lived most of the time

Fleeing from the frontlines

My stories were always classified

As the stories of incompetents

I've used the fools hat

Having a child was another escape

I wanted to buy my heaven's pass

To make room for a new life

But I didn't expect that when I put

My eyes on that child

My heart would beat deeply

To hold my son

In arms that can reveal

A love I've never felt

To really want to be

Someone who

Can face life with clean hands

With my head held upward

But I've failed

"The wife and I tried to play house for a while

This lasted until the day the whispering words I thought I heard in a nightmare, after a drinking binge, made ​​sense.

At that time the boy was at school and brought home a drawing.

It was a house divided in rooms.

In one of them was a woman lying down, curled up, her hair dishevelled.

In another was a man with a beard, tie, but wearing a pair of shorts with its empty pockets out. Farther, was another man, a little younger, beside some luggage."

Believe what he will tell you

And help him with any trouble

Beware of the disunity

'Cause the regret will be deadly

He made many paintings and writings

But there were complaints from school

Saying the other kids were scared

They were keeping away

The first beating was very intense

Like I was discharging something

Alive or dead, I won't forgive myself

For not understanding his gift