I put my eye to the eye of the
telescope. Their words run through me.

"She won't stop looking through it."
"I think she's gone insane."
"She's looking for something, right?"

I am. I'm searching for the man that
left me at the wrong time.

I'm searching for the unconditional
love of a father that left far too
soon. My life is crashing like the
meteor showers.

My heart is a free-flying asteroid.
Crashing through others like a
hurricane without a second thought
of what I'm becoming.

Small. Tiny. Barely large enough to
pass through the atmosphere and
still be a tangible object.

I look through the telescope in hopes
I might see him crashing too. I look
for him in case the stars are my map
to where he can be found.

He's lighting my way. That is what I'm
hoping. If I can find him, I can find myself.