Suitcased paralysis

A tourist -

Is always lacking in direction -

Pointing out imperfections -

And believes everyone's on holiday!

Doesn't quite belong.

But where he's going back to -

He has a castle and a life.

I'm not a tourist -

I have no where to go back to -

No family Christmas calls.

No family left at all.

My children?

They despise me -

'cause they're turning out just like me!

And their mom?

She dropped the ball -

My new x wife kept her digs -

Occasionally I could visit,

If it was ok with her kids -

Otherwise,

I write in journals.

Impressions of my trips -

And my hopes of falling down.