Wanderlust

The music fell from the speakers of our stereo lungs, matching the radio beat

Guitar strings strumming and vocal chords reverberating

Bare feet hanging out the truck window, wind winding between painted toes

Summer seeping in our crooked smiles

Secrets spread out on the dashboard like a Thanksgiving feast in June

Laughter ringing in our rib cages, rattling our bones and ruffling our muscles

Your tar colored sunglasses hanging off the hook in your nose

One hand on the steering wheel, the other grasping my attention

We are free again, the steel bars that held us back now marred and mangled

Because when you are young, you are as wild as the winter wolves

And being cornered sends your instincts running for the hills

But you and I now roam on open lands and skies, clouds whispering in triumph

The road beneath us, broken and waiting to be fixed again

Yellow lines like streaks of sun rays in the bleakness of grey

We travel waves of forgetfulness with the current to guide us to unknown

Wanting only to see the things we have not yet discovered

Like the lessons and consequences of fending for yourself

Not knowing where or when or how or even why

And maybe someday we’ll find our answers

But this adventure is to find the questions to ask and

To search for the reasons we've allowed our hearts to beat as one

To discover love in the spaces between books on a library shelf

To inject meaning into every smile we show off

To know that there really is no place like home

Whether home means love and coin jars that collect dust

Or it means your family and riches up to your necks

But adventure is something money cannot buy

And no matter how many pennies you toss in those stone fountains

The experience is the thrill, the rush where people find addiction

Because the here and now is all we have for now

We've learned if you focus on the places you've already passed

Or if you focus on every step you take, taking extreme precautions,

You’ll miss the scenery, and the adrenaline will pass you by like lightning

We’ll look back on this journey with nostalgia settling in our systems

And that’s all we can really hope for;

Something with a song to spark the memories