Those rainy nights, those rush hour stares
they go by, they go by so fast
it’s beyond me to see
anything other than their silhouettes passing by
flashing red / car bulbs
going faster than I ever could
their hastiness sparkles on their rooftops
and as each one passes by
a little of their wanderlust dusts off onto me
I wish I could go as fast, I hate feeling stuck
but it’s not of our nature to always be in need of
going by so fast
I think our little lives are meant to stay as little as they can
especially when your young
so, then you aren’t feeling stuck in so many places all at once
I’ve got my soul in the Meccan mountains,
heart in the lilac petals of Rochester and body in the cauldron of my mind—
Brewing until I finally blow up
My life has been vast, and always has been
Ever since I was five I’ve been in and out of houses, cities, towns, and parents—
I’ve mastered the art of instability
and it makes me feel free
and like water - liquid, like the sea
I need to feel free
I need to feel brand-newed
and on the run, always
because it’s just all I’ve ever known
Like them cars on the freeways— forever free and off to someplace new
with the tingle,
the flame,
and the ache to truly be a runner -
a free spirit.