I can’t wait to run.
When it’s all too much
just go and discover something
a freedom all my own.

Keys in hand
start the car let’s go
swinging sighing
an adventure is calling.

Even if the adventure is just
studying alone in a cafe
maybe the barista will learn my name.
I have a dream and it’s to fly.

To go lay out
where the water meets the rocks
to eat takeout
legs swinging out the back of the trunk.

Anticipation is just nostalgia for something that hasn’t happened yet
So take your keys
and meet me where a name becomes an identity
the cusp of adolescence.