There’s a little light peeking,
Through the window,
Of yet another hotel room,
Filled with hope but really just sorrow.
I’m done with hotel rooms,
They are sad,
They are lonely,
They are forgone.
Dad, I know you are fed up too,
Your whole life in hotel rooms,
This job is insane,
This life is inhumane.
I want something else,
I want clarity, organised chaos,
I want cool air of the trees,
I want you anywhere but your knees.
I miss your grace,
I miss your face,
I miss your soul,
Missing you is taking its toll.
Another room, another window,
Another view, another day,
Another hope, another pipedream.
I’m leaving, I’m leaving, he says,
Mother and dog holds on,
Life slips away,
I need stability of another Universe.