i've been getting that itch again.
the one made of pavement switching lanes.
the temperature jumping only shakes me more.
as i pack the car with camping supplies and clothes.
but i'm really going nowhere soon.
the radio up to match the heat.
the horizons conquered as we pass on by.
the magic sundown as the stars creep in the east.
we would think at long last we were being set free.
but we're really going nowhere soon.
a short drive down 35 might help.
but i'm looking to make it further east.
i could dip my feet in the the western sea.
or try and take the badlands of the great plains.
but i'm really going nowhere soon.
just to the south you rest.
i could be in your driveway soon.
and we would pace the many gilded highways.
sleeping beneath the western stars and desert moons.
but we're really going no where soon.
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sometimes you have to go nowhere to get to where you're really going. sometimes you need to hit rock bottom to realize what the world really means to you and what you really want out of it.
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