Feisty & Rare by Matty Stecks

How did this come to pass?
Supervised grooming, handle with care,
You were the picture of feisty & rare

What wish would you ask?
You kept us busy so we wouldn't pause,
Now as I'm writing my feelings need gauze

You came to us embattled
And paid it no concern
Each wound a badge of virtue
For your true soul I yearn

Am I consoled how others react?
Shrugs that disclose they've no wish to feel
Maybe we'd move to where drawing the shades
Gives you a place to be yourself again
Then I can let it all out and be real
People don't tell me be tougher than that

Might I endure your suffering
My satellite of love?
For every search unanswered
The truth is all above

Maybe it's 'cause we want him for ourselves
Selfishly asking just give us this year
I'm still not ready, don't give him the wheel
No bound of lifetimes for this wound to heal
I'm not that certain he's listening, dear
It's his decision, our wish on the shelf

We cull together fragments and story out our lives
To find a shred of purpose, for he's our little guy
To wish to mend the broken illusions that are youth
Begets the age-old whisper:
You mustn't fear the truth

• Jazz
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• Niskayuna