I want to see stars
And I don't mean the twinkle lights that are hung up outside my window at night
I want to see the sky curve
Because once you get a little taste of the Milky Way
City lights don't add to the skyline
They just obscure the beauty
That has already died
Lightyears away from where we are standing
I want grass in my hair and sand in my toes
And I want limestone walk ways
That lead me from place to place
Like my own personal yellow brick road
Chasing windmills isn't enough for me anymore.