...

In your distant expression
And furrowed brow
I see those cogs turning
And I'm proud of you
You're about to reject
The received wisdom
And societal mores
And come up with something
Something beautiful,
Something original,
Something that is you.
And I want to help you
But I have to leave you
And let you do it on your own
And so you ask the right questions
And answer them yourself
And I watch only instead
As what you create on your own
And how you made it
You'll never forget