25 february 2013

Ready To Be On My Own

Let me grow into my own
You’re holding me back
But don’t leave me alone

I want my life on track
So don’t hold me back
I want to walk on my own

Cut my puppet strings
The ones that you reined
Your reaction is overblown

Let me spread my wings
And let me find out on my own
How life is going to play along

I am much bolder than you at my age
I have a mind but with less rage
I have a dream that needs to succeed

You’ve brainwashed me too long
I’ve walked your straight narrow
But now it’s time for me to fly

Don’t tell me I can drive
And then take away the keys
Don’t tell me this is my home
And then treat me like a disease

Don’t tell me we’re gonna do something
And then not follow through
You‘ll tell me it’s for the best
As long as it’s convenient for you

Let me grow up, let me be me
Let me do it on my own
It’s time for me to break away


A poem for my son when he was living with his dad when he was 18 and is ready to be on his own.




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