First, do no harm, but to harm not I must first see / With swift breath, I begin. / You, silent teacher, my new textbook
My mind wakes up in the morning / Sweating with facts / Preparing / For the archeological dig.
And whenever I see you smile / There are significant changes in my cardiology, / I love you
Felt like war, those early years, / We fought a fight for all those years.
Is it just me? / Or does it seem / that my pride / will not let me be
I found them for you. / Your blonde little girls who grew into women / Then grew apart from you. / I found them.
I first met you at age 13. / You hid behind a / camouflage of naivety.
My balance beam within the clouds / Seems lost amongst the starry night / As dreams and thoughts blur vision to / The reality of my true plight.
Oh yes, I’m back without attack, like how I was before. / With growing strides and doubt that hides / away from breaking thoughts.
I’ve heard this before, / This insidious pain you describe, / That grinds and gnaws / Diffusely below the stomach
Where the consciousness floats into the medicine / Where the sacred meets the metal / Where the steel cuts the energy field
My daughter is a doctor. / If your parents were not eaten away by / failed ambitions and childhood dreams, / you would not be a doctor today.