The guilt behind unexpected journeys

So my dad was a little
sick, unbeknowest to me.
No big deal. I have been
chasing shadows of stars
on nearby flailing galaxies
for a while now. A bit like
'ignorance is bliss' cliches.
Except my cliches are as
sombre as my quiet bed
night-stand. Like the long
jam of cars frozen in red
cherry brake lights without
reason. We are all floating
around like me anyways.
Specks of dust in streaming
sunshine waiting to be imbued
with purpose. In the meanwhile
I am going to take the next flight.