Ink And Reason

In this world truth can twist and bind,
One's reality, another's mind confined.
I watch my son, so pure, so free,
Exploring worlds he'll one day see.

His laughter echoes, pure and bright,
In a playground of day's fading light.
Yet in those eyes of wonder's gleam,
Lies the unknown, life's future theme.

Will he discover, on life's winding road,
The heavy burdens that hearts have sowed?
The dance of love, the sting of pain,
The fleeting joy, the tears like rain?

Relationships built on trust and faith,
Yet shadows lurk in every wraith.
Will he learn of sorrow's deep abyss,
Where despair plants its cold, dark kiss?

The mystery of death, the final breath,
The end of one, for some, the rest.
People's faces, masks they wear,
Truths that shimmer, lies laid bare.

In his world of blocks and toys,
I see the future, all its noise.
And wonder if, when he does grow,
He'll find the truths I came to know.

One's truth, another's prison, stark,
In this emptiness where we leave our mark.
Yet in his heart, a hopeful fire,
To soar beyond, to reach much higher.

So I watch, and hope, and dream,
That life's lessons, hard they seem,
Will shape his soul, both tough and kind,
In a sea of truths aligned.