The origin of things they ask?
“Hm…”
Well mine is from a sky generated by another.
Animations, designs, and a world of color.
My father introduced me and played over and over.
Until he was abruptly met with a “Game Over”.
“MOMMY! MOMMY! DADDY’S ON THE GROUND!”
After that all I remember is the eerie flat sound.
With it followed a cry that was heard abound.
My memory of him now fades more and more,
But back then his acts to me were such a terrible bore.
They all say that “he was a good man”,
Yet I couldn’t witness this first hand.
“I’m a gamer and a photographer with a mass of pride.
I swear dad’s death won’t be a path I’d stride too.”
“So my origin is what you wanted to know?
Animation, designs, and desires not to forgo.”
