Wherever You Are

Poem By Bridget Bush

Everywhere I go, I don't want to be
cornfields in drought are still all I see
I feel the urge to leave today
gas up the car and drive away
no particular destination in mind
nothing certain that I plan to find
clothes on my back and wind in my hair
spur of the moment, I want to be there
doesn't matter I don't have things checked out
I've got my spirit and I've chosen my route
I want to experience life I don't know
I want it today, I need to go
and where that is, I do not care
wherever you are, I want to be there

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