My son runs to the shore
To the world that lies before
He can't hear my sound
He's much to in tune with the ground

He sees only the tide, surf and the sea
He's so focussed, oblivious to me

In years to come
I will still call him son
But he'll have no time to wait
He must see beyond his fate

He sees only the sun
And the wind make it free

Through the sheets of time
Are the wings of a bird
He'll come to his prime
To realise life is absurd

Is he holding the keys
To the world and his dreams?