Lost and Confused Thoughts (Poetry)
Sitting in the airport at the cneter of civilization,
waiting for life to take it's next turn.
Flying further away from civilization
is where I guess I'll learn.
I'll learn to wait until I'm "old enough",
wait until I'm "bold enough",
wait until my decisions are deemed "sane".
And when that time comes I won't be flying again,
but I'll be driving my way to California.
Leaving here is such a pain,
can't wait 'till I'm right back again.
Sunny beaches and skateparks,
and hopefully some punk-rawk-boy
ready to steal my heart.
Sitting here on flight 128,
waiting for my vacation to fly away.
I'm leaving all my fun behind
to go back home and unwind.
Wishing I didn't have to go back,
wishing that I could back-track.
Wishing that I lived out on this coast,
wishing of my life I could make the most.
One day I'll be on my own.
One day I'll be far from home.
One day I'll be lving my life.
One day I won't have to put up a fight.
Chilling on flight 440 now,
about to take off and wondering how:
how will things have changed when I get home?
Will I still feel empty and all alone?
Will it seem life forever until I once again return
to that lovely California for which my heart burns.