I know who you are
I see what you've been through
I know what you went through
My father casts his eyes away,
Spending his days far away from any of us,
and when he returns,
he is not thrilled to be back
My mother does not feel like my mother
She bore me too quickly
A lightning bolt of beginnings
And she resents me for the crime of being born
My true mother is preoccupied
Far from me, she rests with death
breathing life into the spring, but only to those who deserve to see
I was never so worthy
I am not Dionysus, Bacchus, Liber, Zagreus,
but I do know what you have been through