I’m terrible with public transportation

I’m probably the worst person to give directions to

Always lost and hardly found

For once, I wish I was on a train

West bound.

No timeline.

Just a search for sounds of crashing

The waves of Malibu

Sunsets and ocean views

Poured into a fancy glass

Overpriced but, well deserved

Written about in a hipster coffee house

Tucked away underneath the rain in seattle

Talked about with a stranger on a trolley

Ridden aimlessly in the Heart of San Francisco

Letting the sun stare down my messy wind-blown hair

Head out the window.

I don’t care.

For once, I’m happy where I am

Even more excited for where I’m going

The true colors of my heart are finally showing

I think I finally feel myself growing

I miss you, home

I just couldn’t listen to the sounds of my life crashing anymore