Road trips make me tired...

Tired of the quiet,
keep to yourself life
that I’ve been living.

They make me want to fly.
Just one push of a button will eject me into sky,
abouve the cars and trees.
Smiling,
because this is where I was meant to be.

They make me want to dance to the soundtrack of my life.
Because dancing makes me forget-if only for a little while.
All appendages flailing in air,
Attempting to make sense of the “rhythm”
That thumpthumpthumps from my internal stereo.

They make salty tears crust and dry on my cheeks
Because no matter how hard I try,
straps and locks restrain me forever inside
Leaving me unable
to fly