MIND FEEL

Nothing to show for the love
Received by all and sundry
Resting on laurels so shaky
Never deserved the fake trophy

Engine to the family train bogey
A pressure weighing down on he
Fear of never delivering the good
Crushing toes with pain so crude

Gifts galore without inhibition
Increase the guilt trip initiation
Father please don't expect
Cannot earn my own respect

Ambitions so small they hurt
Eagles around to throw dirt
A hippy heart so bohemian
Would kill for the oblivion

Spoilt kid is the tag defined
Walking blindly in sheep herd
The heart a man of few words
Never able to get itself heard

So you walk on the thin line
Keeping head straight astray
Fantasy is your only darling
To make it real is what you pray