bound for change

This box I live in this box. I exercise this entrapment in this space Ive been given. This comfortable abode, this decision to stay or to go. I am ready to evolve. I know this story already has been told. I am sitting in the mystery of mountains of wonder I am above the thunder.
Wanting so much to do. Wanting to wander around. Meeting new faces and new spaces. A waitress in the wilderness pouring warm whiskey on a cold night in June.
Different shapes and textures deep greens and bright browns.
Stuck in the suburban lightning, the grace of the traffic light, the everyday has fazed me, Im just begging for wonder.
I feel it inside my body inside my bones, The dream inside to travel the long roads.
To leave new jersey behind to leave this box to open the world.
"My brain is like a drummer, tryin to hold a groove, my brain constantly on the move, i think of your face, i long for that sound, the drum keepin pace, the wheels hittin the ground "