traveling from

outdated cool, updated thought
prophecy spills through headphones perched atop ear drums
whistle of the tracks pours over thought
spur, spur, spur of the moment
the break dangles red and begs, begs, begs
"pull me" she whispers "test me," "feel me"
volume up, volume up
traffic lights in the distance
strangers holding fiction, shouting, shouting shouting
truths clouded by misconception
pop your ears
we're here.

traveling

north bound, south bound
up and down the east coast
west coast quandaries wander down roads with dotted lines
pack up, it's time to go.