Lets say there are many times as i looked and saw
reflections of my son (Biggie) we argued sometimes
and saltied i sorrowed thoughts and said «Well Done"i
thoght of him (Biggie) constantly and silently asked
why i tried fervently and just can not say goodbye
i lived with visions twined and twisted passion so cold and withered
thoughts battered and shattered. i dream dreams, cherished
memories, housed friendships, and promises that
mattered. in the end, time is treasured. like love
for my son, its everlasting