Should I really feel this alone
In my so-called home?
Maybe it’s not aimless thinking,
Wondering if i should pack my things
Middle of the night, set out running.
I promise you I’d let go, I’d give up everything
Just for this one dream of mine
I’d trade these friends of mine
Just for my one moment in time
To capture the attention of a crowd
For just even two full minutes
Explain myself and pour my heart out
Through these words scribbled out,
Typed rushed to get done
Hiding and hidden from the eyes of those familiar faces
But just comfortable enough to let out to strangers.
I’d give everything, down to my last dollar
Just to let go, set out to places unfamiliar
Collecting names as I cross state lines
My wallet thinning and my bank account lessening.
I’d give it all, just to get this one dream of mine.
If I was down to a penny, I’d throw it over my shoulder
Into the fountain, if it meant one more chance at this wish coming true.
I hope you were listening when I said
“I’m in the east coast now, but I’m west coast bound”
I really hope you were listening, preparing your lips for this,
Gloating, “I knew her before she was famous”
Because I promise you when I say,
I’ve never felt so strongly, I’ve never felt so right
I’ll be out of this cramped town, by tonight.
Heading on to big cities that can hold my hopes, dreams and thoughts
I’ll write to you when I can, but know I’m not coming back.
I’ve made it out, ‘Los Angelos…10 miles’ I’m homebound now.
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