i feel adventure in my bones
trying to crush me from the inside out
turn me to dust,
for what an adventure that would be
i could bathe in spring water
somewhere hidden deep in Fiji
maybe i would skateboard
on cobblestone sidewalks
in Spain or Italy
i’d like to run away to New York City
or to San Francisco
and wander the streets at night
with a new pack of cigarettes
and nowhere to be
some day i might like to go
to the white house
and Lincoln Memorial
or just a failing silver diner
it doesn’t matter
i just want to go somewhere
there is no explanation
i just want to go anywhere
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 2:58 PM UTC
i feel adventure in my bones
trying to crush me from the inside out
turn me to dust,
for what an adventure that would be
i could bathe in spring water
somewhere hidden deep in Fiji
maybe i would skateboard
on cobblestone sidewalks
in Spain or Italy
i’d like to run away to New York City
or to San Francisco
and wander the streets at night
with a new pack of cigarettes
and nowhere to be
some day i might like to go
to the white house
and Lincoln Memorial
or just a failing silver diner
it doesn’t matter
i just want to go somewhere
there is no explanation
i just want to go anywhere
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