It is dawn, and it is magical
In so many places on this earth.
That I cannot witness, is inexcusable
For a bird in a cage is of no true worth
I need to escape to a different reality
I need to leave everything behind
To stay sane, I need to change my identity
If I stay in one place, I will lose my mind
I’m yearning for a different city, a different sight
My eyes need a treat, the ceiling is getting bland
I need a new place to spend my cold and lonely nights
I need to find a hundred faraway homelands.
I’m craving a run in the morning at six,
With strangers in a stranger neighborhood.
I’m craving a ticket to the first game, the Knicks
Anticipating the stadium excitement that’ll unfold.
I’m pining for a winter morning in the woods
Or at the docks, reading on my porch
A cup of coffee and warm sweater hoods
My inner peace, a splurge.
I’m hoping for a day out, in somebody else’s car
With a song I never heard on the radio
A different language warning, on a different cigar
A different style of music, on the stereo.
I’m salivating at the thought of food
That I never would have thought existed
New tastes skewered, brewed or stewed
Things I wouldn’t want to not have tasted.
I want to stray away, fulfill my wanderlust
I want to make it count, the thrill
Of living life like a thorough, fast-moving gust
I want to breeze through the rivers, the cities, the hills.
I want to make it all mine, embed it in my memory
Don’t care where the wind takes me, I’ll follow it anywhere
I only know here’s not where I’m supposed to be
In one dark corner of the world, building castles in the air.