Pretending to be that idolized child.
Doing things they've only dreamed of, only seen on television.
The eyes that view from outside of the darkness.
The expectations that accumulate as time goes by as goals are met.
The idea of having a "father" and not really having a father. The figurative donor that was exactly that,... A donor.
Disappearing followed by excuses that were never spoken. Excuses still waiting to be heard.
One truth, one pride causing massive change in the eyes of each individual as we watch the city skyline tumble down slowly hitting like raindrops, except you actually like raindrops.
Except the only escape you have are the raindrops. The raindrops that allow you to forget any and every detail of scenarios that cause raindrops from your eyes.
That "father" and that donor and those individuals do not define me in reality, but they actually do define me. For define itself means mark out the boundary or limits of. My boundaries are in there hands.