Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Copyright to Kishimoto Masashi. I am sick of telling people this, but really, I don't want to be Kishimoto-sensei. I am proud of being who I am. Thank you very much.

A/N: This poem is set during Naruto Shippūden 4: The Lost Tower. A poem where a father addresses his son. It is written in Minato's point of view to reflect on the event of meeting his son, in which he ought not to admit and he must forget.

Yes, it is indeed an attempt to get out of my writer's block, again. I hope my muse will be back soon. Please enjoy. If you like it, by all means, leave a comment.

Tik Tok

Blond hair, blue eyes, bright smile
I thought I saw myself in the mirror
Shading, downcast, profess
Seen and been through much horror

Young he may be, his vision's mature
A heart holds beast, fights off nightmare
Such determined soul, settle with no less
Like his mother, carefree, for no stress

My heart pounds, seeing the sphere in his palm
Telling me the future, it would only do harm
My fists clench, I must think for the best
Putting trust in him, he'll take care of the rest

Blond hair, blue eyes, bright smile
The young man warns me for the while
Tik tok, farewell, goodbye
For you, my son, here's a lullaby