I just want to pack up and leave.

I want to drive all the way across the US to California.

I want to live in an old, cozy, shaggy apartment.

I want to be the mysterious girl that no one knows.

But I want them to know me.

I want to be on the shore, daily.

Sunrise or sunset.

Loving on people and spreading random acts of kindness to all.

I want sun-kissed skin and salty hair.

I want to live my daydreams.

Oh wanderlust, why have you gotten ahold of my soul?

Oh sure, I’m must go.

I, I just want to go.