into the caverns of tomorrow
with just our flashlights & our love
we must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge...

With a spelunking flashlight I dive in, head first mother fuckers 'cause I'm like that sometimes. Caution can be seriously stupid. It's held us all back before. Once bit, y'know? You don't want that. So I dive in, head first, crossing fingers that this cave isn't one of those acme paint-on caves with which the roadrunner always fooled the coyote.

so ask me, ask me, ask me
ask me, ask me, ask me
because if it's not love...

& the sentiment is true: I'd do anything. How could I say no? If I'm gonna honestly commit myself I have to do it one hundred percent. My father taught me some amazing things. He taught me faith. He taught me to drive a stick. He taught me some seriously horrible jokes. Mostly, my father taught me sacrifice. He was nothing if he wasn't a bread-winner, to a fault, a fault to the tune of embezzlement. Yeah, daddy embezzled for the family. Didn't get us very far. Well, I guess it did: we moved to Texas.

I'm embarassed by my past actions
& even more ashamed
by my present thoughts & future endeavour to clear my name...

I've never embezzled, but I've lied & cheated. I'm not my father but like every male I'm shitlessly afraid of becoming him. & so like every son I make concentrated effort to not act like my father, any trait I see in myself which reminds me of him is squashed but that idea of sacrifice stays on. I thankfully don't possess his pessimistic view of sacrifice, I'm not a frickin' martyr, but I'll easily give for those I love. It's a fault.

Here we are waiting for the cock fight...

& it's down a darkened cavern. It's uncertain, even now. & that's maybe unnerving a little bit. But I'm not concerned, I'm jumping in, like a mother fucker.

coyness is nice
& coyness can stop you...
if there's something you'd like to try...