we try to become what we desire to be

going against our family’s predestination

against genetic dispositions and family trees

dropping from branches and rolling as

far from those gnarled roots as possible

with rebellion in our hearts and savagery

in words of selfish desire, never realizing

that we are becoming exactly what we

were seeded to be, from the very beginning
teenaged angst, the world is our throne with

fresh greenery unrolling, our royal carpet

growing with our holy vision-quests of desire
surprised when karmic paths lead us back to

gnarled roots of yesterday’s family reunions

back to grandpa and grandma’s calming
words of wisdom that continue to grow strong

as our children now fall like ripened fruit from

the same damned tree we tried so hard to escape