My son

Walked with you,
left there; where yellow is a feeling,
Will miss nothing maybe
driven by a happy spirit
critical is that moment
you guess you’ve lived it all
you lay beside your thoughts
examining,
drought is yet to come
maybe now maybe then
two more steps await
full of wisdom you debate
not by saying much today
hinting much is on the way
fun it is, love as never felt
you held me high turned around
rocked life hard,
created few new elements
picked a rock, gone for a tasting
loved it for some reason
created few new feelings
exploring I live with you
I am the infant,
Grownups are screwed
You try my name for a second
Stopped you from falling
You hit back with anger
A resisting young man
Felt captured for a second
My man chill, you start crawling
Hear every one
But Listen to yourself only
Grown up you will be
We may try to frame you
You are the man to be
Grow on strong
Pleased to have the walk
You taught me again
Life is but boring
I am still here
Take your time to grow
Enjoy life with a straw
Have fun bro, remembered;
You’re my son
My son keep on rolling..

Makram Hani