Derrida's Wave

 

Dear Dad, you said, dont give up your day job

I heard, do as I did, live as I live

A hot rage boiled my tears, made my throat throb

I sobbed as this was all I had to give.

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I ran from your truth, hard as I'm part you

And fell in to a whirlpool of chaos

Though now I find work has carried me through

My heart, not given up, is the day boss

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And all the times I'd try to take you down

Derrida's wave, when I refused to drown