Staying Home, Running From Away, And Back Again Poem by Dillon Gay

Going to drift further away
Lost interest in your story
Gaining sympathy from your pride in me
Losing me as I don't go your way

Boasting how I'll be a victory
But apparently I'm gonna work in a factory
Living with you all my years
Can't you see inside there are tears?

I can't tolerate this situation
You don't provide a clear solution
My heart dies as you don't believe
No faith in what you say

Did you ever contemplate my maturity?
The ways were to come, my security
I can't believe I'd ever say this
But for life, I couldn't care less

My mother told me my father cried
When he found out of my capabilities
Watered eyes seen to be defied
By all the time she's lacked sincerity

Lightning strikes her worst fears
A storm's coming reflecting that
I'm just as she has formed
Offspring of a broken heart torn flat

My father, he's a worker
Growing tired of those around
I can see where he is from
And can't hear what he wants from me

Did you ever contemplate my maturity?
The ways to come, my security
I can't believe I'd ever say this
But for life, even I don't care

My upbringing was quite comfortable
We used to be happy at our home
But it seems I want to get the phone
An outlet to where I'm more suseptible

To an environment that is consistent
A place where I don't have to be resistant
I can live without artificial restraint
But my wondering mind always finds complaint

It's not all their fault
I'm their product, in a web caught
Between their ideals and desires
I can't escape their everlasting influence

Did you ever contemplate my maturity?
The ways were to come, my security
I can't believe I'd ever say this
But for life, I want less to run

Drifting closer home
Back to my roots, no more desire to roam