If you are my legacy
Then it couldn’t be better
I would pay to follow
I would watch and roar
I’d stare in disbelief
And wonder at the mountain peak
How a watch can be a tower
How a trickle can be a deluge
I’d probably just smile
And laugh my stupid laugh
With a split and muted brain
Disconnected from sensible words
I know I wouldn’t be able
To adequately explain
How proud I am of you
At eighteen