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FICTION

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If I could be a good son,
I would,

If I could be better man,
I would,

Would I be more special
If I could?

Would everything in the past
make sense if I could?

If I saw both of you, hand in hand,
trying to set things straight,
would this be my fate?

I can't escape the presence of this cell,
of what might been and what have been done,

this time I'll be my own man,
let this life be justified,
for the sake of my own son.

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