Deleted member 10878
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Aug 30, 2000
- Messages
- 3,917
When I graduate, I want to pack up my life into a suitcase and drive cross country.
No agenda, no calendars, no reservations.
I just want to go where my car takes me.
Just me, my camera, my journal, and a thirst for experience.
I want to take pictures of the world how I see it, and write down everything I think and feel.
Only then will I have stories to tell.
Stories of ambition and woe...
and no so many complaints of how my life is a living hell.
I dream of painted deserts
and dream of seas so blue.
Images of star-spangled white upon ink-soaked mystery
of only theories which we have any clues.
I dream of forests green and full
and dream of rivers flowing free.
My dreams, they hold no limits or bounds,
it is at night that I am truly free.
No agenda, no calendars, no reservations.
I just want to go where my car takes me.
Just me, my camera, my journal, and a thirst for experience.
I want to take pictures of the world how I see it, and write down everything I think and feel.
Only then will I have stories to tell.
Stories of ambition and woe...
and no so many complaints of how my life is a living hell.
I dream of painted deserts
and dream of seas so blue.
Images of star-spangled white upon ink-soaked mystery
of only theories which we have any clues.
I dream of forests green and full
and dream of rivers flowing free.
My dreams, they hold no limits or bounds,
it is at night that I am truly free.
