What Happened To You, Son?

Son, you're a mystery All your precious words don't mean too much to me You were on the side of us All your thoughts aligned with my deep poetry And you would accompany Every weekend walk up and wish All the days of chastity All the nights that teenager prayed I tried not to criticize You must go the way you're at and bring on flight Maybe you're a victim too Maybe this is happening 'cause we all loved you too much What is it you armed me for? You convinced me I was hopeless All your wordy metaphors All your well-worn sexless posture Holier than Jesus Christ They came a long way just to touch your gown But you never turn away Him or her or good and gay or black or brown So convincing for a while Mighty was your stack of pages Every word you ever spoke Was condemned by government agents I don't mind (mind, mind, mind) It's hard to be kind (kind, kind, kind) Everybody finds a way Brittle was my sympathy I was so obsessed with doing things my own way Then one day you realize I don't stand for anything, I'm fading away I remember your bedroom You patrolled with utmost confidence When I finally gave myself You respond with melting patience