Reality Vs Fantasy

I wish I could just get away

Away from this city, this state, these people, my reality

A place of total relaxation and lots of alcohol

A place where arguing is forbidden and love is tradition

A place where meditation can be an all day ritual

And listen is a habit thats habitual 

A place where my heae can become as clear as a blue sky

And answers to my problems flow like water down a creek

A place....where my dad is waiting for me with ice, two drinking glasses and a bottle of Johnny Walker

And upon me reaching the beach chair where he is sitting

He says to me, "Son, its time to become a man."

He doesn't mean becoming a man by having this drink

But by him telling me the cold hard truth

Why he was the way he was, the reasons for his actions, and most of all

How to be a better man than he was. 

And then he answered all my questions

Questions I had been wanting answers to for almost 23 years

And then, as he takes his last sip of alcohol, he tells me

"Son, now you have no excuses. Walk in peace, sfay in peace, be peace. If I can find peace, so can you."

He then gets up, pats me on the shoulder as he walks off behind me

And as he walks off, the sun sets

Leaving me and the waves of the oceans

Knowing now how to change my reality