Ex sepulcro tuo me audi

 I missed your funeral. Sorry old pal.
Tuo me audi
Old pal, old friend of horses.

You were buried under a manuka tree.
Your grandchildren decorated the tree.
 with christmas ornaments.
I guess they miss you madly.

I still think of you, whenever I'm out there acquiring.
Moving forward the way you used to.
I only wanted to show you what kind of wealth and lifestyle i could carve out.
Here I am still struggling to make you proud.
But your six feet under and never to rise or connect with me again.

I saw you attempting to stay active before your death.
The way life seemed to keep you limited to your spot.
I would have lifted you up old man.
 I didn't want your money i wanted to make my own.

 I wanted to know how to take on the world the way you used to
When you were still in this world old pal.
Ex sepulcro tuo me audi!
Ut mundum superem

You made so much of it look simple. What was the point?
I always wanted the truth. I didn't know the world was as painful as this.
That I had to leave my home, my country,
Because I felt welcome nowhere.
Because I couldn't fit in anywhere.

So I want twice that which i can tangibly take!
So whoever you helped create, that is who I have finally become.
With twice your hunger. Ut mundum superem.
And much more territory.