My mother is angry
And the roads are packed
With cars
Everyone trying to get
Every where else.
I can hear her telling me that there are a thousand more boys just like
You. 
That the gas I am wasting is just like
All the time I keep spending on you.

But with each mile marker you                                                             get more and more real. Just being under the same                     wave of clouds as you is enough                                                       to make me okay.

I want to tell her that just because another one

has

the

same hair as you
Does not mean that he will show me the stars
And talk about music like it is

his one true love
That I would not walk ten miles

for a person that just had the

same hair as you when his

smile did not hold the world for me.