His emotions are consuming,
He dreams of nothing,
He always wants for something.
He thinks he knows best,
So he tells the rest,
For he is just to be a pest,
But always looking to the west.
Is his life ending,
Is his life beginning,
Is his wife understanding,
Is he dieing.
He as a child, so overwhelming,
His likeness, so understanding,
His plight so depressing,
His future so telling.
The writer tries looking to the east,
Looking for the signs of a new quest,.
But turns to the west,
Looking for the signs that dad knew best.
