Drive
It was the Winter of my being,
but outside it was very hot.
A lot of people I was seeing,
but inside I still felt fraught.
We stayed up until sunrise,
dancing by the beach.
Those nights there were no lies,
with our idle and slurred speech.
Most don’t understand,
because they have a home.
For me things went unplanned,
so I began to roam.
I’ve always been a curious one,
I was born the other lady.
Once my sadness had begun,
I always looked for safety.
I belonged to no one,
you can take me anywhere.
We could really have some fun,
no one could compare.
I believe in who I want to be,
I will continue to thrive.
For in the now I am free,
you can never kill my drive.
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