I'm turning into my fathernI am so much like himnWill I be 27 before I date againnI want to kiss my fathernI want to hold his handnWe could trade secrets on which we'd let no one innI want learn what I don't know about himnShare what I have not sharednWhich is no short ordernnWe will be met with cold chipped shouldersnEncouraging us to stay our handsnThey will say Shhhhh! Don't be so loud!nDon't draw attention to yourself!nDon't talk with your hands!nDon't act like you like each other in public!nDon't stick out like sore thumbs!nWhat would we do if you raised the barnOn father/son relationsnWe'd look so bad!nWe're already so sub parnnI do not know you half as well as I'd likenAnd we live so far awaynWe could trade storiesnAnd uncover common hopes and neurosesnnGod, I am just like you, aren't I