My Father

What he does is opinon
He thinks only on way
Isolated inside the box - approach
Structure is not apparent
Rules don't exsist - physically
He scares me sometimes

I know i love him
Unaware of if i need him in my life
See myself never coming back

It bored me to see him
His ways are never challenged

To speak Autos
Are our only connection

If only i knew how to draw him.

by Graham Wolfe

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