Out of line

It makes me happy to know the man I've become... my father accepts it. My mother as well. I do what they dont like. Without them knowing.  They might get a clue but theyve never caught me. I live a lie that they'll never learn, but they've learned to accept it. I am my own man, with my own habits. Skip out of church, baptism hungover.  The smell of cigarettes stinks in the car. Dont get used to it, its only for now. The week to come seems unreal.. a dream.  Could it be? Life is beautiful, not because its perfect,  but because its imperfect, you dont know what to expect, but you know that if it's supposed to, it will. Trust in yourself, trust in the big man up in the heavens. Hes guiding, telling you what to do, without you ever knowing.  I guess you get what you give. The religion of circumstances, where you are, at what time. Whatever you're thinking,  he already knew. Your obituary has already been written, your kin are reading it, as we speak, as we think, what they will never know you thought. You cant hide it.you are the owner of your silence, and a slave to your own words