His World

My father teaches me

To live in the moment,

And not to spend

More than I make,

But I am not a good student.

I worry about things,

Live outside the moment,

And go broke sometimes.

My father tells me

That the world is cruel,

And keeps an eye out

For the weird ones,

But I am strangely normal.

I am awfully naive,

Fall prey to the wickedness,

And lookout for the weird ones.

My father believes in

My version of things as well,

And says that we balance

Each other out in a way,

But his version is growing on me.

©Aaysid

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