Summer Roadtrip

I dream of going far away.

Plunging into the grandeur

And the vastness

Of the world.

I am ready to leave this place;

I am ready, I say,

To be away.

I will write and draw,

And take drugs with strangers.

I will sleep on the beach,

Bathe in rivers,

And plunge into nature,

Away from four walls,

From screens and cars,

And toward greenery and stars;

Splendid laughter and epiphanies

Spilling from the ether,

Behind trees and over mountains,

In the silent water of calm lakes,

And in the crimson sky

Of some northwestern twilight.

I will wander abandoned roads

And drink coffee in midnight diners

Thousands of miles from home,

For the road beckons,

And the moon never waits.

The wanderlust of youth

Is nothing to waste.

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