Home Is Gone

About moving house after my dad died.

Chassis confined to speed us away
Too fast to take heed or to blink or to stay
Are we finding a replacement, a new place to stay?
Or turning our tails and running away?

Goosepimples on the skin of the leg of this journey
The seats are cold but the ideas burn me
Racing away is the life I have known,
The places I’ve played, the ways that I’ve grown

But now have I lost this? This sense of a place?
Does it shape me and form me, draw lines on my face?
Or am I same but simply removed?
The theory is melting, it waits to be proved.