Daddy

We're all children, doesn't he know Clouds pour his window open, cascading right back into mine A kind gesture gone terribly wrong Still I wave it away Trying not to breath it in I do [deep breath] Inhaling,deep The orange glow coats his face in the shadows as this man drives us I become clouded not with smoke but,ideas racing, my mind dashes from left to right he must have a reason why he started, or never stopped