When does a gift become a curse, when does saving someone become kidnapping their destiny?

When does protection become detention, when do positive vibes become a numb happy?

When is sadness necessary?

Why do we need death to remind us to live?

I have read that the reason for existence is to create our own existence.

Pass on our genes like poor brothers wearing each other’s denim.

I consider myself lucky cause most men die virgins.

I could have been a father at twenty, why then did I not choose to make it my journey?

I could have been a father at thirty, why then do I still hold back on starting a family?

I thought it through until my thoughts got chewed.

Now my instincts come through.

And I don’t think when I come in you…