dear brothers

you walked out that night not knowing
you'd come back someone else's kid;
you'd come back sullen and mistook.

no matter how much one can say look ahead, look out
no minds
wrapping around the future bends.
How could you?
You, who was to know better at last;
who was to prove the mass idea wrong.

from cradle to crane
i'm grateful to have known you
in your hour of all knowing laughter;
in your pure lighthearted sighs

glad to have known you before the regrets;
before the wakeup calls
had to drag you down to earth.

and although you're the wiser for it;
although experience knows no equal brother,
i miss the cocky kid in you
that would snicker
at my own doubting eyes.