Was it a calculated move
When his father said no to him
Having foreseen the pain to follow
Was it carefully designed
As a labyrinthine plot
With no way out it seemed
But to return the way he came
He knew how inventive his father
Could be how he craved
To arrange every single thing
How his heart would ache
When his son ignored his warnings
Just as he knew he would
If he'd ever be free to love
No comments:
Post a Comment