Abstraction: The Rebel Returns
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He isn’t an extravagant sinner. He is me.
For I too am a prodigal son, walking the dusty road back home.
I took my talents and my energy, and I spent them on the dreams I thought I needed.
I struggled to be a million things I could never be.
I’ve got my Father’s genes, my Father’s heart.
I could never be happy running numbers and counting coins.
My soul wants to live, to be foolish, to challenge the impossible.
And I can’t do that on my own. That’s why I’m headed home.