For My son

The whole world is wrong, and yes, I am right

The answers for me, are clear, plain in sight

I see the wrong in all that you’re doing

If only you’d listen, you’d stop all your stewing

For I am the one that can think clear as day

I see your problems that won't go away

You cause them all and of course it’s not me

Cause I know the answers and for you, you must see

So blindly I talk and you roll your eyes

But maybe it's me that’s not thoughtful or wise?

Maybe it's me whose vision is shrouded?

And my take on the world, has been permanently clouded

So, what do I do in this case? Did I cause?

Can I stay silent or quietly pause?

And listen to you, when I think that you should?

And zip up my mouth and just sit?

Yes, I could.