i just tried to do my best
mum thought i was a helpline
l loved her nonetheless

be ready for what is –
just a dream
but here we are
caught in a mindless scream

i want to recline
in the chair of days gone by
when the days were doused
in the colours of a youthful sky

they blame everyone else
but themselves
but there is nobody else
however the burden of responsibility
quickly sinks the self

sometimes it feels like
that is the only true fate
of the relationship
that you have with your parents

hard to follow the line
when did battlegrounds
and fairgrounds become a home?

it is fragility
held up to the light
it is human rights
going many rounds
in an impossible fight

she said,
i know it has been an emotional journey
and i thought,
i know that is true