Wandering

My feet are weary, or perhaps it is just my mind that is tired of the same landmarks
Tired of the circles I make around the same events that have colored my past
Yeah, I feel in love, yup my heart was broken but I don't like it define me
Same old tears over a daddy who once left me, and now he back again but our relationship is hazy
Like the look in the other's eyes with the alcohol swimming in his bloodstream
This is not a walk in the park; this is my journey to the place I will one day reach
The faraway place the road will lead me, but not geographically just mentally
I need distances from the memories, growing sick of hellos because they always seem to lead me one place
Goodbye
My hand is tired from waving at the past shadows of people who were never really there
People who never truly invested in me
This is my journey and half of the battle is finding good people to travel with