I keep having this same dream,
Night after night:
About this father and son
In a fun house,
Surrounded by mirrors--
The reflections are endless:
And the boy sees his entire life
Bouncing back at him.
But in every reflection,
His father is not there.
It's then that I realize
That I'm having a nightmare:
Now the boy wants to leave;
He wants to turn and run,
But he dare not even gesture;
That he is not having fun.

Bob McGrath