His demise, caused by his mind,
Was hardly fair.
But the universe doesn't cater,
Neither does it care.

My father, oh father,
You once had much to say;
But you lost hold of your mind,
On one fateful day.

Your sickness,
It was adamantly there,
That's why I won't complain about this burden,
Which is wholly mine to bear.

Deep down in the ground,
You now lay,
And I wish I'd known you more, for
All I have are distant memories of play.

Little boy,
Dutiful father,
Playing together,
Without a bother.

I know where you hid,
Where you went,
You became lost in your mind,
Wholly spent.

But still,
Sometimes I let myself ponder,
What we could have had together,
If you mind was not forced to wander