Opportunity

I am father of man
Yet I expand
and become the protector
of a distant land
Illiyana cries
at my attempts to die
She claims to love me
but I don't know why
Tomorrow it's off to
the city of angles we fly
with plans to see the sights
and to read these poems I write
To gather new fans
and talk to a man
about the possibility of a book
or for him to take a look
at a script in my hand
about things perhaps bland
I'll be gone for awhile
from my city of smiles