To live, you must leave

The lines of time you must weave.

In all aspects, you proceed

To plant your world's seed.

yet as far as you run,

life follows you my son.

To plant forrest in your wake

For each world are left to ache.

A common foe wreaks havoc,

a foe many consider classic.

A parent of your own,

To which your fate is sown.

must always return,

and leave your options to burn.

to live you must leave,

The lines to time you must weave.