On Children

Your children are not your children;

They are the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself

They come through you, but they are not from you

And though they are with you, they belong not to you.

You can give them your love, but not your thoughts, hmmm

They have their own thoughts, they have their own thoughts.

You can house their bodies, but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in a place of tomorrow

Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You can strive to be like them, but you cannot make them just like you

Strive to be like them, but you cannot make them just like you, hmmm, hmmm

Repeat