Tell me where to be.
Tell me what time to be there.
Tell me how long I have to stay.
Old man, tell me when to play.
Tell me what to say.
Tell me how to feel.
Tell me what to think.
Old man, tell me what to believe.
Tell me what to hope for.
Tell me what to dream.
Tell me what to strive for.
Old man, tell me what is important, to me.
Tell me what to buy.
Tell me when to buy it.
Tell me where to buy it from.
Old man, tell me how to feel when I buy it.
Tell me I am going to be alright.
Tell me my loved ones will be protected.
Tell me my granddaughter will have a chance at a safe and debt free existence.
Old man, tell me what I need to hear.
Tell me about the life I was made from.
Tell me where I came from.
Tell me why I am here.
Old man, tell me what you want me to hear.
Tell me of a God.
Tell me of a devil.
Tell me of left and right and of what is right and wrong.
Old man, tell me all these things, so I may know, what you have told me!
Old Testament Man of the dying branch, I bow down to you, for you are my God!
Old Testament Man of the dying life, I bow down to you, for without you, I am lost!
You do not mind if “I” request a second opinion, do you?
“I” have this uncomfortable feeling; I think it is the truth. It feels uncomfortable, because it is in complete and total contradiction to all of the lies you have been telling us since you formed our life, outside of our life.
The truth is only painful when it is implanted in a field of lies.
Old Man, if “I” was you father, “I” would bend you over my knee and give you a spanking.
James Scott Velozo