I was a sad little man in ambition and
I struggled to express myself in physical
I did have goals and aims –
objectives quite clear.
But my mode of operation appeared
dear. As if I didn’t care or know
what I was doing: yet I did, I promise
My responsibility to offspring and
spouse weighed heavily on
My sense of in-
gritty led me to struggle against
plagued meet-ups which
meant me to abandon
them to their own devices and
gadgets and ameliorations of
But I couldn’t see this happen: I loved
them too much.
My prime directive, as if programmed
by corps, was to do what I could do
to lead them to the independence I knew
they could battle with and take
wise as if embarking on high-
d ingenuity to different country and
And all I’ve ever desired for them
all is the independence I desired
Does that make me a selfish being?
Does that make me self-
interested and un-
kindly in my winding road?
Or does it, maybe, allow me now
to see that winding road
where the sacrifice no longer needs
Yes, I want my clever duplicities but
still do wish to be troo.
I want my independence but
not from yoo.
And I want to be me in everything
I might, but never with yoo
out of my sight.