things I have been thinking about
Father's son
And while he keeps dreaming,
of what he will be doing tomorrow,
the past slips further away.
This is just another of those crappy poems,
where we question those old dreams,
never done.
Why search for meaning?
There is none,
in what has happened to him,
in what he has become,
he hasn't won.
My father lost it all,
i'm his son.
of what he will be doing tomorrow,
the past slips further away.
This is just another of those crappy poems,
where we question those old dreams,
never done.
Why search for meaning?
There is none,
in what has happened to him,
in what he has become,
he hasn't won.
My father lost it all,
i'm his son.
