time on me

WASTED STUDIO TIME
on any free day
my bags are packed before i'm
ready to go, backpacking
across pages doubled over
and covered in alphabet,
on the internet.
mind whirring and spinning
all for the reason of the
interest of the season. i am
where i was four years ago,
and four years from now i
say i will know how to drive. but
in movies, cars moving are
simply stagnant vehicles
watching a ten-foot kaleidoscopic
vision of the world go by. with
baggage in the trunk, hand on
the wheel, my life taped up to
the windowsill, i'll take you for
a ride on this forever reel.
i am ready to go! and traveling
gives me the feeling of
moving forward.