Dad

   From Chicago to Indiana theres no place like home.  There are many days in a year and time spent with the little annoyances of dads belches of habit and moms monstrous sneezes.  Sometimes blaring Elton John Sad Song, is the only choice out of crawling in a bedroom corner with a pillow until the next day or stretching out your dreams until your thoughts are bleeding.

Stay conscious I tell my self.  Theres someone out there who can relate.  From paranoia of having a small mind to losing out on winning souls you just have to wait for the strong finish of an indescribable start.  Go with the familiar or think outside the box I read over and over that its really your choice.  I wanted to say what I thought to say after I left that I had planned to say in the first place.  Patterns of reasons why things don't come out pile high justified in my mind.

Summers, Falls, Winters, Springs, and all the inbetween prolongings year after tearful dreary eyed year.  Goals, and disclipine for a high chin.  The pouring out of learned things for the knowing nose.
Can any prayer rebuild the choices to come?  Where will the day shout for  joy today?  Songs played and engrained over and over for the sane. Come inside so I can kick you out again dad, your the best dad I can ever have because you are the only dad I have so thanks for moving out of the way for me when I couldn't.