My Nightmare

My worst nightmare      My son and I were sitting  At our favorite fishing spot  It was an overcast sky  Not to cold  And not to hot     Just a nice calming breeze  Rippled this secluded little bay  Our faces kissed by the sun  Was a picture perfect kind of day      I was asking him random questions  Laughing at his six year old replies  He kept brightening my soul  With that twinkle in his eyes     It was my worst moment  In all my thirty five years  His eyes light with sincerity   And mine welled with tears     Was just after I asked  When he grows up  Just what he wanted to be  My heart beat still  His innocence and sincerity       Wanted to be schizophrenic            "Just like me"