When i pour it some for you

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Now,swimming into this river of thoughts dedicated to you,gives me back the lost breath,because often im dragged in the deep by the waters of a rainy day
I fight with gravity to dont drown,while you keep my spirit light inside the now heavy chest,pure matter, who feeds the heart like a brest,who feeds all of it like inside a nest
Drops are ticking on the glass,and i feel sorry for the misty view,the main cause of my wrongs,when i was trying to be responsible but also rescued,in a flurry of youth,jokes and mostly words
I hope they are gonna help me to float,and with the wet hands,i will build you a frame son,carrying always your picture,i will work as the crystal sea towards the sun enhanced by the reflection of your figure
This feelings are not filtered by any mirror,because every generation is made of different species,proud of this and rich of oxygen i will grow my egg,my seed,until embracing sacrifice in the dirt to deal with the beasts
You are the dew at sunrise who goes to baptize my new coming,who rocks me across this long Nile,all the way,where plants are crooked,right,dead or beautiful
Our story will proceed,soaked of ourself,on the dry and hot cement called pathway to the future.

(To my son Zion)