Shake - Souvenirs

I’m writing, shook deeply.

Our last talk was less than pleasant.

I stare into the sun trying to forget your words.

But I cannot contend with the weight of what I’ve heard.

You shake what I believe.

The things you taught to me.

What should I believe?

You keep calm, at least try to.

You should know that you’re not in charge here.

You’re staring at your son spitting up useless words.

I will not pretend to agree with what I’ve heard.

You shake what I believe.

The things you taught to me.

But I guess that’s what I need.

To know what I believe