Schism

I remember long ago in my childhood,
how everything seemed wrong.
My parents were old and saying,
take care my son,
becuase life isn't that long.

My old man would sit in his chair,
while my mother reads in the back room.
I would be somewhere out there,
as my parents would worry in gloom.

We used to fight all the time,
I would never really see thier point of view.
All they wanted was a son to be proud of,
of course at that age i never knew.

They took care of me,
like i was a child of gold.
Now i must take care of them,
to return the favor
now that they've grown old.

But that day we got in a fight,
all the previous things just built up.
I couldn't take it anymore,
I packed a small bag and behind me,
I slammed the door.

Into the lonely night i started off.
As i walked away I glanced behind me.
to look at the house of memories,
for the last time.

I walked up the street,
and saw my friend there.
She listened to my outrageous words,
and offered me a place,
down her lonely stairs.

I said no thanks i'm on my own now,
thanks for the talk but i must go to see,
where i will end up,
to see where i will be.