Asylum F22.0

Gordon:
Seven years to trace the ghost
Wish I wouldn't find him
The coward dog of my most beautiful hours
Did anybody state childhood is our blessing?
One of those lucky ones I guess

Is it really you?
Sitting over the way
Old, confused, a crank

Your story is like a stab in my lungs
My insight - I'm in war

Father
Now sign this bloody contract
It's your generation