Dear father

Don't blame me
For your insecurity
With your inability
To ease your mind
Of where about I'll be.

It's a demand not a plea
With anger behind that decree
That I must tell thee
But I'm not inclined
To tell anything I see.

I am free
Like a fish at sea
Or like a wild flea
For my life is defined
By none other than me.

No longer in infancy
I found stability
The inevitability
That I must remind
I have my own responsibility.

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