Many of my friends are,
Parents of my kid's friends,
From many backgrounds, political views,
And life intentions,
With no connection to my own desires,
Or dreams of my youth.
I don't exist as a person, no more.
My art projects are of no further use.
All focus is on my children's future,
On the art that they make,
Being careful not to impose my yen,
And the way I create.
I don't exist,
That is the choice I made.
When I brought these lives into their own world,
As their light grows, my own will surely fade.
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