Who Made Your Human Skin?

He refuses a name.
Yet walks the same path.
And looks the same.
Like father, like son.
Even an apple seeks home.
Two of three: when will it be
Your turn to tend the fire?
It waits patiently for you.

A legacy built on lies.
One kick, and it's your demise.
I see where your imagination runs from:
A man still tangled in your eyes.
Are traditions gifts or robbers of life?
Time will tell in restless nights.
When the choice becomes yours.
Choose wisely.