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'Twas the night before Spain And though I might yawn, I doubt sleep will be gotten, At least until dawn. My suitcase is full Up to forty-nine pounds, And my backpack is zipped
 Your light shined for sixty-one years lived it your way free from burdens most have From Denver to the West Coast
I eased my eyes wide open As the day had already started My uneasy mind is stranded Lingering effects from last night’s last call   The nights are hard to handle And the pills are hard to swallow
Town houses and beaches Spread the great reaches of the entire world in my mind. I could not see Beyond the sea, Or even three towns over.  
A Year Alone I chose to go, to somewhere that was quite unknown.   A Year Alone; A long plane flight. I cried myself to sleep that night.   A Year Alone, Strange Family.
It’s not about the fear Or the worry, Not even the pricks that I feel On top my my skin whenever I think About my demons
Traveling is a part of who I am A search of me In a place I've never seen Weather buildings or the jungle I find myself in bundles I explore sandy beaches and towns where I am faceless
Sometimes, i just think what if i left everything behind me? and i flew to the sky beyond ours that we see at night silence would be all around no hateful words to be found living on a star
Hungry, my brain’s insatiable appetite devours sweet, skillfully written words The lines flow, a river of rhymes, winding down a path of metaphors and similes
Perfume wore brave faces damp with worry. During familiar hugs she cried. Years of cologne waved
  A busy city with busy peopleWith dreams and aspirations crammed into 22 sq. milesThe restless hustle and blaring horns People looking for a life reborn  
The space between dotted lines on highways will soon been endurable when my frame is narrow with you                                                                   Driving on bumpy
There were no tears or excitement Just an unfeeling creature who pretended not too understand The severity of this life changing event
Surviving for myself in a world alone. Living for myself until my heart decides to come home. I love my father
8/19/12, age 18   Some are afraid of flying, but I love it. It lets me live a whole different life, One where the outside world shows me the most perfect sea I’ve ever seen
Everyday i cross the waters
Australia, France, Italy and Spain Are all the places I want to see someday? The planning, the touring, the money and laughter
Stop. Hold tight. I’m terribly lost. Your eyes slay everything. Too deep, dark, haunted, hunted. Recharge this battery, just sit close. You mounted my heart on the wall.
Ever since the beginning my heart has yearned to explore, A sensation of curiosity bubbling within the very depths of my soul. No nook or cranny could hide their secrets from me,
There are two people considered important in the American Society Students and workers Because who are unemployed and uneducated? Who cares? Students and workers Students are in schools Workers in offices
Sitting in the classroom my peers all stare "Where are you going?" "How will you get there?" The questions spin and swirl in my head I want to go to the places in the books I've read 
Sometimes you have to laugh At the lack of things to smile about
Let’s go then, you and I To a place where flowers bloom And grow in peace without fear And if you don’t mind I would like to join you by your side Over the world we will travel Far beneath us in the ocean
A sea away, Endlessly long days, No sleep at night, A few fights, Plenty of giggles New food that jiggles, Chance of a lifetime, Cost way more than a dime, Want to go back,
inside a passenger seat breathing in a static driveleaving rolling hills to the ocean's waveslet's slip into the sands.hide inside our skinand dive deep.
My body's aching stuck in this rut. I'm wanting windows to open instead doors slam shut. I live a life that can be taken away so easily it can be stripped from my soul. Yet I still trek on living as day to day.
Dust me off and take me for a spin I begin to feel you here again Maybe I will cross your mind when autumn comes Or just become a face of places you are from   Like a frozen tableau on a stage long ago
I left them behind in the airport    and forgot to look back   Eight months and twenty-eight days    this country has been growing in me    kicking until I crumble and stand back up
Entangled with the path of wandering I find myself often here pondering Which road should I take? Can I go back? WIll I forget? Confused I find myself tangled here Ropes from friends and other 'Dears',
What does writing mean to me?  It's a way to make my words flow, like wind through trees.  A way to show on paper, the picture in my mind.  Despite the fact that I can't draw and my painting skills are way behind, 
The gates open for a vagabond with a smile, a clown with no home who has lived all alone, who never stays for a while. His hopes and dreams as it seams is to bring joy to the masses
I crave to see the world. I have a lust rooted deep within myself for adventure, A hunger to pack my bags, pack my life, a camera, and someone I love. The desire to travel has always clung to me.
Wanderlust I want to see the world I need to experience the sectional wonders And gape openly at this earth’s natural splendor I want to see the world I must explore every inch
Maybe I became what I said I never would, But maybe change is bound to those who only wish they could. And my life is spurred by the moments rooting from the past, Get whisked away and forget the time,
To see everything else Oh, when will it be The home the love Come with me I read I learn I dream of it all The friends the words Come with me
The dream of a teen they say dont go far But with this run down car I know that I will go far far beyond this town and all the people stuck, wishing they had followed their own dream.
Butterfly baby, traveling way too fast. Uncertianity is her future; Darkness haunts her past.
Champagne corks are popping, everyone's wishing you luck on your way. You're leaving this life behind you, at least for a little while. This set of people, these familiar sights and smells gone in a day.
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