Boxed up

All of her favorite things

Sold the rest at a rainy yard sale

Big plans and leaving friends and

A westbound sign

Weighed out

Her choices on a scale

Prevailing nothing made sense

Just transportation and a

Blank decision... she's taking off

No time and no copping out

She's burning daylight and petrol

Blacked out the rearview mirror

Heading westward on

Strung out

On confusion road

And ten minute nervous breakdowns

Xanex a beer for thought

And she determined... She's taking off

Is it salvation?

Or an escape from discontent?

Will she find her name

In the California cement?

Punched out of the grind

That punched her one too many times...

Is tragedy 2000 miles away?

She's taking off