My eyes try to capture in one go

The yellow that his t-shirt shine with

saying the slogan ‘be different’

I so wish he thinks beyond while

His small feet drags on stoned pavement

Dreaming of dreams that are far ahead

I wanted him to do this and be that

But now I really don’t think so

For its really his dreams or mine?

That I see and wish through him

Is really right to do so?

for he need to live his life and grow

As I have made my own se t of mistakes

I do not want him to relive those

I want him to sit on his own nullity

Where he may find his own follies in prose

He can look through deep holes

And patch them up as he goes!

As I watch him walk away

Looking for his own lens and lane

I see him smile with his back to me

I hope that smile stays with me too

Like little pigeon that totters away

To find his own gravel and sand

A nostalgia of all that I could have been

hopefully don’t burden his soul

I wish my wishes for him

does not not end up scaring more

I hope I do not dream of horses with wings

And let him make his songs to sing

I can feel him pouring his heart

Through the redness of his eyes

I can see him see me up there

fighting hard to reach such heights

I pray I let you do what you feel

And when you look back you see a happy dream!