The Longest Road

“Giddy up and gold mine

Different place, different time

All the stars are in their prime

Pastel trailer park, stars so bright to hide the dark

All is quiet in the yard

Giddy up and gold dust, all the cars turn to rust

You’ve got no means for wanderlust”

-The Longest Road, by Morgan Page

There is poetry in these erratic, dreamy lyrics.

In this song, I am a child in a yard full of stars. That is where my story starts.

But it leads me to somewhere else; perhaps I flashed forward or perhaps I was here all along. I am in college and dreaming a bright future. In which I can pack my bags and get swallowed by the night. Perhaps this will upset the tides of the universe, but perhaps we are all just all trying to find our way back to the stars.

For in poetry, things can move fluidly, and nothing is permanent.