Apparentlly I was your shadow
We toured the streets
Rolling dirty and proud
Parading me like a precious possession
Their envy became your obsession

Then those days flew by
with the sea of change
Too young to remember
The joy and pride
In your eyes
The only vivid image that remains
Is your constant lack of interest
Too busy to play
Too busy to talk
Too busy to interact
Too busy to fetch me from school
You forgot me a couple of times
Too busy to even fake concern
Always buying your way out of "Parental Duties"
As if throwing cash around makes it alright.
What kind of work requires your attention at midnight?
Too busy, too busy, too busy
Never too busy to criticize
Never too busy to cause mayhem, confusion, destruction
Total chaos of the soul

Now that it suits you
You want to play house
Pick up the ropes
Take on the role
You should have played a long time ago
Getting to know you
Getting to know me
That act is over now
We are onto a new scene
One that holds promise and joy

Question is.......
Can you fake a smile?
At least a bit of consideration?
Will you find your Niche
within this scene.

Andi M