Now I can speak.
Now I can feel.
Now I can see that this is all real.
I want to sleep.
I want to fly.
I want to be more than just a guy.
I’m writing in traffic.
Meandering car alarms and people crossing.
Nobody knows where they’re going.
That’s why we sit. Going.
No cause for alarm.
Out of sight, on my mind.
This road isn’t easy, but it’ll all be worth it.
Look at my smile.
Look at me now.
Look out and see that I made it somehow.
My road to myself.
My road to the road.
My road to all that I’m yet to know.
I was just thinking in traffic.