Do you know,
The man who is your father?
If he writes
You won't read
If he speaks
you won't listen
If he plays
You won't watch.
You don't know the man
The way the world does
You've seen him drunk
And silly
And angry with the world
His darker days
And his human side
His tears (if you're lucly)
And his fears if he tells.
You roll your eyes at the man
The world calls him a genius,
But he's a mere mortal
Failing
And flopping
And crumbling.
