You can be anything you want to be As long as it was what I want you to be. Got it? Does that make perfect sense? You can’t be a actor. You can’t be a painter. You can’t be a poet But what you can be is a doctor or a lawyer or a scientist Just like everyone else in this family Right. . Just like everyone else in the Jewish stereotype. You were given the freedom to express yourself through art But you don’t need to make it your life How about we just keep it as a past time You were brought up with an honors education Got into college on a scholarship that you blew You’re dreams of going to law school were pushed aside for what The theatre? No sorry .. That was your dream. . Not mine You were raised on the Beatles, Dylan and the Dead But that doesn’t mean that 21 years later you still need to look the part And what this talk about possibly getting dreads You were instilled with the ideas of peace and love Told stories of sit ins and riots and fights in the streets But do you really need to go out there and start a revolution Do you really have to fight for the cause I thought that me telling you the stories would get it of your system Remember do as I say not as I do I pierced your ears when you were 7 I thought that that was where it would end Not 18 holes later. . But at least their all in your head And at least you kept one part of your faith You don’t have any tattoos But where is that Jewish boy you need to be bringing home Not the gentile one I saw you with yesterday You know You’re right. You taught me to stand up and fight for what I believe in You gave the freedom to be myself You gave me the space I needed to learn and to grow With your love and your words and your hands You molded me into who I am today If you gave me a chance If you read what I had to say If you saw what I did on stage If you looked at the picture I painted for you You would see I’m exactly who you wanted me to be In a way I’m just like you I am my mother's daughter I like the outdoors and camping I'm resourceful I like to make things with my hands cook sew everything but clean (thats how we differ) yet I am nothing like who she thought I would become I look just like my father. same facial features same curly hair (when he had hair) I'm jewish. I keep kosher but I'm not a fanatic with it like he would want I drink like my dad (too often and too much) I have depression like my father I love like my mother I take his abuse like my mother yet am I really like them? I do drugs (which dad only claims to have tried and mom never did) I like cars, and trucks, and shows I'm artistic. I draw I color I paint I write I act and I dance (neither of them do any of that) I don't really care about politics but I feel very strong on certain issues I don't want to be a doctor or a lawyer when I grow up I don't want to grow up I'm a klutz like my mother I love music like my father I love to read like my mother yet I'm lazy like my father I like to help others like my mother but I'm very stubborn like my dad I guess when I begin to forget who I am question what I'm becoming I have to look in the last place I ever thought to look . . at my parents
I had thought to ask you if it was a reflection of your own face that you saw when you looked into the gene pool, but nixed it as being too smartass. Oooops...I said it anyway.
