I met a boy yesterday. He knew what semen tastes like.....He was crying, but the tears flowed from my eyes. That boy was me, 24 years ago.
I met that boy too. He was 13. But it was him
who hated me
. For not rescuing him, not saving him. I had to ask his
forgiveness, and then set him free to be a boy again.
"And God only knows
God makes his plan
The information's unavailable to the mortal man
We're workin' our jobs
Collect our pay
Believe were gliding down the highway
When if fact we're slip slidin' away"Paul Simon