Together one day I said to myself,
What’s wrong, how’s it going with our mental health?
We are meant to be one, you and me,
Why is it then sometime it feels like I’m three?
With stern words and whispers,
I screamed at myself,
Come sit down beside me,
We’ll cure this with stealth.
Solemnly doing as I was bid I sat and considered the role of the kid.
It’s there to excite be curious and wild.
Why is it then I fear for my child?
Is it for the horrors and the things in the night?
Is it my conscience causing me fright?
Why is that a child so free,
has the power and courage to control the real me.
I am now older with kids of my own,
I’m the real king that shall sit on the throne.
Harkin to me my dear little one,
I’m in charge now, and we’ll still have some fun!
Should things get scary, as they probably will, have faith, trust and love together you and me, we’ll fit like a hand in a glove.
No longer from now will we ever be three
For I have discovered the adult is me.