Who are you?

Well that’s a question

I am me

But Who Are You?

My name I give him

With a smirk he answers when does that matter?

I give him my high school, my G.P.A

I am desperate looking for a concrete answer

To this fate full question

Who am I?

I am a son.

That is true

But my father is no-one special

That depends which one?

Is there Two?

Yes.

Oh I see,

My father above and my father below

Sure chains say the one below

But go back far enough

And it shows the other

Maybe nothing Great hidden away in the chain

From the one here and now

But in the one above I have the potential of a God.

And that makes me

Very different

Than the rest.