i just want to feel alive —
i want to hear music over the sound
of the air rushing past my ears,
when the car windows are down,
on a dimly lit night,
and sea spray tickles my nose coming from
somewhere in the distance,
surrounded by a friend or two and quiet laughter
and knees knocked together on the console.
and sure, i'm just describing
some low budget indie film cliche,
but a dose of cliche is like a shot of
adrenaline, and i just want naivity
and stupid mistakes coursing through my veins
for a night, so when it comes to an end
i can watch the sunrise from a ratty blanket,
and feel my eyelids go down as the sun comes up;
i want meaningless memories that i can feel at my fingerips,
everytime the wind blows a certain way.