TO MY UNBORN SON

TO MY UNBORN SON.
Open your hearing to hear,
knowledge is not far away but near,
although in darkness, its hidden.
Find the light and its paths will be
bright
Son, when you starting imagining,
If you can only open your mind, you'll see messages coming in,
whether from God or the devil.
Depends on the root of your thoughts; good or evil.
This world is like our body,
our mind is the feet,
the world is moving,
but the thoughts of men controls it.

I see myself standing tall on a bright star
Shining brighter than the sun.
That's an assurance that the glory I
seek is not far
but I have to write this for you.
I wasn't mistaking when I said your
father won't die,
Even after he's buried and rotten,
his name won't get dry,
and his legacy would never be
forgotten.
Like Shakespeare, Literature would
preach his gospel
and his lyrics will grow tall and strong as a mountain
in the heart of all that read his words.
Son, always remember that your
father's heart was the fountain.

Most times, I feel like my father.
"What do my son think of me?"
These thoughts makes me lite as a
feather,
Son, how'd you feel?
Like your father writes to make money?
To provide the right type of life for his family and all his need.
Or your father writes to create another
mother.
That encourages you to follow what is right,
and flee from evil deeds.
Son, this is not an epilogue,
but a prologue of the dialogue Between you and I on these things I think.

        C. Timothy