you'll never live life
abundantly
i don't think you'll ever really see
that what you think you really need
is just a ploy for a mothers good deed.
i tried to help you in your ways
and re-align the track
in your dizzier days
i tried so hard
expended all the words
that would allow you to understand
the damage you've incurred
but you called me abstract
and that
was that
you said i was a good writer.
but that was that.
i tried to show you in those days
when you were moving through a maze
that its not worth seeking someone else's dream
when they get to be the fabric
and your just the seam
i let your sorrow fill my pages
i figured that natural causes would kill it,
as it ages
blood, sweat, infinite tears
we just lost all the years
you'll never live life abundantly
and this I promise
you will see
