sometimes i want to pack my car,
throw everything i own in the trunk,
and escape these city lights.
i want to drive until the asphalt turns to dust.
drive until my car runs out of gas
or until i run out of dust to drive upon.
i want to climb to the highest point i can--
to where the stars meet the earth.
i want to inhale the mountain air
and feel the dirt between my toes.
i was never meant to fit and squeeze
within the four walls of this cubicle--
you have imprisoned me!
let me free!
i was made to spread my arms,
but all i see are city lights
and skyscrapers that block mountains
and block stars
and block my wings.
why won't you just let me fly?
goddamn these city lights.