January 1, 2015


Before coming home,
I was on my own, 
called by another name.
Now I'm back
in my father's house,
living within his fame.
I've grown old,
searching for him,
knowing he lays
in eternal rest.
Some say he still
can be found
in my face,
though they all know
I'm not him,
and could never
take his place.