It started with the hope of farther on -
Time floating in streams or miles along,
Songs promising a new home someday
In a plane ticket and a carry on suitcase.
It was my coke, dilating my pupils
Like the dramamine dreams. And school,
I counted down the hours
Until God and justice said I had power
To my own devices. My life in snow
And swearing suburbia turned slow
Staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars
On my ceiling, wishing a car
With stories on the odometer but space for more,
A plane seat in economy labeled as a whore
To the world, visiting a new corner every night
From cities bathed in jewel necklace lights
To oceans eating away at earth
And adrenaline running in the surf
Mountains farther than the visa’s allowed
And wanderlust in the hostel showers -
The airlines call it “getting away”
But for me, it was the vital escape
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