Go! ~ Monday, February 2, 2026
Do people not get it, the why to life
Despite a strange childhood, moving from place to place, no time to settle down
ordinary people come and go, come and go, no one around for long
perhaps my parents seemed like escaped criminals from behind prison walls
everyone comes and goes in this world and beyond, this circus has one clown
only one clown, a child, the boy cannot but cry, he makes his parents proud
people do not get it, the why to life is love, the how in life is wrong
long ago in Goa, from Alto Porvorim, my grandmother, her goals
eclipsed by her marriage to my brother's dad's dad, who died when he was young
no, not his dad, our dad, we are, of course, siblings, unless behind a cloud
obscured from conception, the reason why distance becomes a central theme
take family as myth, the House of Atreus, with Tántalos to start
generations depart from history, take part in the mundane grand scheme
egocentric leaders acting as hēgemōn know how to throw a dart
tragedy in the dark age of discovery, the child must bite his tongue
ignore the ignorance, colonialism, and the Inquisition
trophies called property acquisition and wealth, long ago in Goa
take power as a force of military might, the will to rule and reign
honestly, ideas shared, why must people destroy children, precognition
events set the alarm, the Portuguese arrive to overwhelm with harm
why this arbitrary association, all the way from Lisboa
high road, take the high road as first philosophy, ethics reigns sovereign
yes, metaphysics is...dead, so give up the ghost, Long Shot kick de bucket
tranquility moon base, my two nephews' grandma, my mom, flat of the palm
ouch, why such punishment, over and over, child, the boy, me, never learn
live and learn as they say, I could never obey, rebel until the end
instructions to listen, to honor what he hears, this world he wants to burn
forget about ethics, accountability, pull a prank on a friend
exactly, what a joke, kill me before you die, so, on your marks, get set...
Despite a strange childhood, moving from place to place, no time to settle down
ordinary people come and go, come and go, no one around for long
perhaps my parents seemed like escaped criminals from behind prison walls
everyone comes and goes in this world and beyond, this circus has one clown
only one clown, a child, the boy cannot but cry, he makes his parents proud
people do not get it, the why to life is love, the how in life is wrong
long ago in Goa, from Alto Porvorim, my grandmother, her goals
eclipsed by her marriage to my brother's dad's dad, who died when he was young
no, not his dad, our dad, we are, of course, siblings, unless behind a cloud
obscured from conception, the reason why distance becomes a central theme
take family as myth, the House of Atreus, with Tántalos to start
generations depart from history, take part in the mundane grand scheme
egocentric leaders acting as hēgemōn know how to throw a dart
tragedy in the dark age of discovery, the child must bite his tongue
ignore the ignorance, colonialism, and the Inquisition
trophies called property acquisition and wealth, long ago in Goa
take power as a force of military might, the will to rule and reign
honestly, ideas shared, why must people destroy children, precognition
events set the alarm, the Portuguese arrive to overwhelm with harm
why this arbitrary association, all the way from Lisboa
high road, take the high road as first philosophy, ethics reigns sovereign
yes, metaphysics is...dead, so give up the ghost, Long Shot kick de bucket
tranquility moon base, my two nephews' grandma, my mom, flat of the palm
ouch, why such punishment, over and over, child, the boy, me, never learn
live and learn as they say, I could never obey, rebel until the end
instructions to listen, to honor what he hears, this world he wants to burn
forget about ethics, accountability, pull a prank on a friend
exactly, what a joke, kill me before you die, so, on your marks, get set...
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