Day Dreamers Call

On this night If given the chance I’d be driving through the bright city streets of New York Surpassing the speed limit In my yellow convertible Jaguar. My hair flying high above the state of worry The music hard, loud, seductive Blissful amnesia my state of mind The broken promises, all forgiven And long ago forgotten. The wind, an infinite array of scents Forming a bouquet Around my disenchantment And healing the wounds that once ran deep. Me. A singular traveler, Setting forth an adventure For parts far away And unfamiliar.