I’m a long ways from home

For awhile I always thought

I wouldn’t know what that would feel like

Being at home is the world’s most comfortable trap

You’re cozy and everything feels in place

Getting lost in a pretty face

You know every single road

Like the back of your hand

Then in an instant, It’s now how you planned it

You feel stranded

Your mind suddenly filled with all these crazy dreams

It’s impossible It seems

They can’t happen

No, this Town called “home” doesn’t have dreams to believe in
Everybody around me is never leaving

I had to get out

My passions and soul weren’t breathing

Ignoring all of the voices that weren’t mine

Relieving.

Now, I’m breathing in the west coast air

When people ask me what my plans are, I give a blank stare

I don’t have answers

You’re not supposed to

Go with your heart, no matter where

That small town called, home, will always be there