Step Out

Is it so bad to want to leave?

To drive away till nothing’s what I know?

Is it too much to want more?

I want sand on my toes and a breeze in my hair.

I want dreary rainy days and comforting coffee shops.

I want windows rolled down and music blasting.

Is it so bad to be tired of routine?

To want something different, new, anything at all?

Is it too much to beg for a change?

I want cobblestone and archways and brick walls.

I want colorful lollipops and heart-stopping rollercoasters.

I want tree trunks and trickling streams.

Is it so bad to want out?

To escape daily life, to claw my way from monotony?

Is it too much to need it?

I want fires and wild laughter, the smell of smoke drifting.

I want blooming flowers and puffy white clouds.

I want waterfalls crashing on the rocks and waves pounding on the shore.

Is it so bad to ask why we live the way we do?

Broken, bored, unhappy, growing worse by the day?

Is it too much?