39 Years

As a boy I was taught to run on feet that were cold
By the absence of a father's resolve
In the blink of an eye I see your reflection in my
Efforts to win over your pride
What's in me is in you we're collared by our name

I saw it in my dream
You've always underestimated me
And I see how I'm caught in between
The trials of infancy and the permission to feed your insecurity

It happened nearly thirty-nine years ago
The birth of your son and you were on the phone
Deluded by the lens of your particular shades
Coloured black by the lack of decisions that you made

I didn't know these lessons true were proceeding in relation to you
With a child's eye I find a seller of lies
Funded by changing colours of mind
What's in me is in you we're collared by our name

I saw it in my dream
You've always underestimated me
And I see how I'm caught in between
The trials of infancy and the permission to feed your insecurity

It happened nearly thirty-nine years ago
The birth of your son and you were on the phone
Deluded by the lens of your particular shades
Coloured black by the lack of decisions that you made