I want to flip your view point over
With my spatula of persuasion
Tease the edges of your stubborn mind made up
I want to swap the duvet on your embedded
Wake up to a fresh perception
Shake the corners right down to the end
I want to plant a tiny seed of an idea
longing for the flower to take form
waiting for the right time to sow
I want to turn the page on your calendar
It's October and you are still on July
Remind you that times move on
I wouldn't change you for the world
even if I could, I wouldn't
But Daddy, swallow your pride with the drink I offer