the brood

We are going for a trip to the park to try to work out our troubles.
It won’t solve our personal evils but we are going to make this work.
We will leave are brood with relatives to sit idle while we decide
They will just have to wait for the verdict and have no voice
They won’t just leave us alone, should we have not done this
Is family just a word and did we make a mistake in creating them
They’ll be just fine as long as we pretend and self medicate
We will judge them; tell them they are wrong so their insecurities guide them
We will wonder why they aren’t great and why they seem so depressed
We won’t accept our plot in their failures
They will be just fine; we don’t have time for their problems
We are still trying to work out our tribulations, the park is closing.