Notes from an IPod Touch Pt. 2: Theme of longing

Rockets and race car beds

There is a concentrated pull
Coming from outside the sill
The will to leave teeters on necessity
But still remain
Remain in spot
The unknown is an enchantress
It sickens me when I can't love her
back
I love the lights, the towers
The smell of things mildewed
with character
Not catalog bought
Not framed after boring model homes
where every little boy and girl have
rockets and race cars for beds
I used to want it
But now I want something less defined
I want freedom
I want to be somebody
And not just for the sake of recognition
but to matter
A tall order
For a low self esteem but why not
dream big
Did God make us to do any less?


Wants to see me

The best place in the world
is passenger side at dusk
When it's raining
so hard
The window may as well be a
Wall, because the water washed away
the view of dotted two lane highway
And there's no better highway than the
1
Screaming along the beautiful coast in
balmy weather
I shudder when I remember what
perfect convergence like that feels like
Oh I wish you coulda been there with
me
Cause that's as close as to love as this fool
ever got

You know, I deal in possibilities
exclusively these days
And I'm saving up for another trip
though who knows when for sure
Concrete plans are brittle when you're
23
And I am
Oh my, I think I'll miss some people so
much
And surprise chili nights in late July
But it never seems like you want to see
me anymore
And lukewarm receptions are so easily
left behind