I owe you the life that I live in,
The gasps amidst the air that I breath in.
I owe you the places that I visit to,
The legs that walk me to the amazing spots I’m used to.
I owe you the range of views that I see,
The eyes that aid my sight to the beautiful scope.
I owe you the death of my life,
The roses on my grave and the bottled ashes after cremation.
I owe you the pictured illusions in your mind,
The protective phantom at your doorstep, the soul of a man without abs.