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