My Child Comma

My Child,

travels

Long ago we lost the blues-fed longing for mercy that made the world so glad. My child, somewhere long ago we lost the lonely vocation that would wrap us with all the silly wonder we now long to find. And even I, your father, can look back on a long trail spanning two decades. I can see my path clearly - it is littered with ideals that have fell from me, step after step, compromise galore.

And now, the Utopia I was supposed to build for you seems far far away. It may be too far for me to ever achieve; but I can guarantee that the road there will not be crowded. It won't be filled with the throng.

I cannot commend you to it, but I hope that you will go.