My Father And I
Is it wrong for me to want
To protect my innocence?
My child-like beliefs?
The magic that shine in my eyes...
And you having lost them
Is it wrong that I want
To continue holding on to my beliefs?
Why is believing in this little fantasy
Such a joke for others?
Does me believing mean I have not grown?
Or does it make you covetous
That I haven't lost my inner child
True! I am stuck in one of those many Transparent glass baubles
That hang on your Christmas tree
Yes, I am protected from
the cold harsh wind outside
I am not pierced by biting cold
Yet to make this glass bauble
Even I had to bear some heat
And some pokes
You talk of the cold season outside
The harsh cold freezing
winds of the tropical
And I talk of the heat on
the deserts of the same latitude
Why is it then that your
words aim to beat the
innocence out of me
Why can't I hold on to my
little fantasy of shooting stars, christmas magic
And winter wonder!!!
My mind travels depths
that I can't comprehend
Because your words
hurt me as such
But I still wonder
Is it just the way you care?
Maybe this is not your jealousy
Maybe it is you showing your love
Under the hidden layers of being a grinch
Maybe you poke at my glass bauble
And break my little fantasy
So that when others break my bauble
I am not so deeply hurt
So that it won't be tough to get up again
So that I rise like the rising sun
And the immortal phoenix
And you always can continue standing
In the corner
With the softest smile
Eyes so proud
Because I am receiving the award of a lifetime!
Is this what it is, appa?