Parenting

We're wandering, wondering how we got this far off course
We're trying, desperately, to find our way back
It's exactly, what we didn't want happening
It's terrifying, that it had to come to this
It's comforting, knowing we have a chance still

Track

Run fast! Jump high!
See how well you can fly!
Sky's the limit, you will see
With wind and speed, you're set free!

Almost a teen

Secrets are all that we get from you
No matter what we share
Your reluctance to let us in
Is clearly normal, but isn't fair
We want to keep you safe
From the dangers we know
Yet your independence
Prevents us from doing so
We want you to stay focused
On what you need to do
We don't want distraction
To blight a future so new
So give us, please, your ear
And open up your heart
Know that we've got your back
We've had right from the start

Reflections on a theme

I've got coins that shine
But not enough to make you mine
I've got notes crisp and new
But only very few
I wish this wheel spun slower
As it would mean we weren't older

Antagonist

Don't anger me, child
I've already experienced one very wild
My nerves are shot
And it's far too hot
For dealing with strive
So, please settle down to a quiet life

Lost Words

You asked me how to bat your eyes
But I just turned away
You wanted to know about your heart
But I wouldn't give you the time of day
Now those moments seem far and grim
When viewed through layers of regret
I have only myself to blame
So I promise never to forget

Let's grow

Soaking through the wet, wet ground
Rain drowns the seedlings found
Just below the earth's muddy crust
As into life they are thrust

Done!

So, we're at the end of May
And it's finally dawned a new day
A page has now been turned
And we can reap what has been earned

96%

Swinging softly through the trees
No one but myself to please
A link away from a higher calling
Nothing to do but keep from falling
Searching now for a bite to eat
Hanging carelessly from my feet
A carefree life from morn to night
Since genetics gave me a clouded sight

No time

Finding time to clear my mind
Is never an easy thing to do
Too many hours spent running 'round
Means quiet moments are very few