Talking to you brings out the curious,
daredevil-in-training kid in me
(the one who’d ask ‘why,’ again and again,
like a machine gun).
For me, you have always been a spiritual father
disguised as a tutor.
You never asked me to write.
You simply made it safe to feel…
and the words came on their own.
If only you’d been my tutor when I was a kid,
I might’ve ended up a philosophy professor like you.
But instead of writing a tragedy starring me,
I hear your voice saying,
“Regret is like gum you dropped in the
dirt… and still picked up.”
And now, Zen’s got that bubblegum vibe on! 😏🍬🫧
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