The windows are down, wind in her hair
Fluttering fluttering, can the world hear
Her heart as she races toward the sunset?
Beatles cassette is dying but the new life
Is just over the horizon, always retreating,
Fleeting hopes and dreams blow like
Tumbleweeds on the empty road.
The evening sky is blood and peaches,
Red at night, she sighs, is sailors delight
Adventure rushes in her veins, her brain.
When she reaches the ocean, will she swim
Or will the momentum catch and crush?
Heart-break rushing up to cradle her
She runs, it's all that's left, these empty
Days and chain-smoked nights she never
Expected bad motels to suit her so well
Never wanted to pull up her suburban roots
But bumming smokes from destiny comes
With a cut-throat price.  Dusty roads and
A pink desert listen listlessly to half-assed
Tears and explanations of a life off the rails.
Changing a flat tire she gazes where heaven
Surely meets earth and thinks she can reach
Outwardly strong she's collapsing inside.

A personal supernova;

Moving endlessly
Toward something that isn't there couldn't
Be worse than never moving at all.