Someday

fear
that's what it's about
the feeling of wanting somebody by your side
or just wanting to create your life
but how do you choose?
Do you run off and make all your dreams come true?
Or do you stay in the old crummy town you live in
searching through the garbage of broken dreams and all discoveries?
Sometimes you wonder what life would be like if you just moved out here.
Sometimes wondering what a new talent feels like; would be great.
But the ache for the same old same old keeps you here
searching through the broken picture frames.
And maybe someday I will be able to leave this town…
Someday I'll be able to run away
from the broken hearts
from the old forgotten memories
from the old abundant feeling of feeling alone,
and hold forgotten treasures that lie.
I'll run away to California
were I can see is the palm trees
and drink wine under the stars.
My beach house is waiting for me
but for now I have to find myself first.