Indebted

I owe numerous lives, I kneel to elders with bent knees
I’ve taken more than I should, indebted to the family tree
Wishing guilt could erase past, but the past’s what makes me, me
I hope to make it all up, and make my parents over-pleased
But until I see that day, I’ll be a knowledge seeking Socrates
Fathoming a life where I could hope to love and breathe

I trudge a new path, yesterday is obsolete
So take my hand, and find adventure underneath your feet

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