I see you standing in the corner, head down as if you're full of shame
Hours have gone by of you standing on your phone, wondering who's minutes are worth more than your own
I watch as you speak to only the people you know,
you post about travel although you have no where to go

You talk about adventure and I love it when you do
Although you've not once yet shown a non- judgmental side of you
Adventure is not about money and pictures to post at night
Adventure is about the different smells and the "too pretty for a picture" kind of sight
You talk about this person you are, but I think it's who you want to be
I pray every night for the happy boy you are soon to be, selfishly I pray you keep me around so I too can someday see