Digging Through Your Father's Files

Digging through your father's files
You have some concerns.
It's been found that he left
When he saw better examples.

Not to dwell on the past
As long as moments last
And you feel the need to defend
There's still an exit wound.

How can you come
Back to your center?
The vacuum flies
Whenever you enter.
It sucks you dry
Just like the weather
In the deserts high

Prickles
And Snakes
Fire
That bakes
Away all your troubles

Along with
The lakes
The hills
The springs
The chills
The thrills
And spills

Of your inner child,
It's completely wild,
Chasing the fawn
Through the banks.

Then, it got shot.
Now what have you got?
'cept a record
And your muggy face.

But I digress.
I want to fly.
I can remember
A reason why
We're so different
You and I.
Just as you and grandpa were!