Father and Time

When I was small my father left

At sixteen winters so did I

I didn't know where I was going

So I went... everywhere

I wonder if he felt the same

If he saw things with a similar eye

I wonder what he might be doing

I wonder why I care

They say that home is in the heart

So, i guess I'm meant to find that now

Whatever thats supposed to mean

Where ever that might be

I hope I know it when it starts

The what, the where, the why, the how

I hope the places that i've been

Aren't stories just for me

I'm his age now. The year he bailed

Im sure now he's not coming back

He wouldn't find me if he did

I've moved around a lot

It's no big deal. That ship has sailed

Who needs a heart when hearts can crack

Who needs a home. A wife. a kid

I'm fine with what I've got