I have this dream
In my mind,
That I will leave
This town with the one.
We will head west,
We will stop everywhere
And anywhere.
Take our time.
Live.
We will spend hours
In endless flower beds
In mossy forests
In crystal clear waters
We will drive and
Listen to every type
Of song,
New and known.
Yes, there will be arguments.
Nothing is perfection,
But I believe we will come close.
As the wind rushes
through our hair
We will be free,
And full of forgiveness.
We will visit new towns,
Make legendary memories.
Watch the lights of skyscrapers
As one by one, they go out.
Visit vintage diners
On the side of the road,
Learn everything
about each other.
For wanderlust has filled me,
And I dream
That we will be nomads
One day.
