In this cab the scent roams of different backrounds intwine in the backseat where i sat.
I couldnt remember just where i was headed, but at the moment thinking of the people that sat where i was and where they went sent me on a travel to places only my soul can drift.
Blaring a voice so clear rough and alarming asked for my destination.
I noticed once agian i have tucked myself in my head and proceeded to resume my life there.
I responded the airport my apologies and just then back to lala land i went.
Oh how i wished my destination was not headed back to that god awful place hell paso.
Its home but no matter where i called home my heart felt apart of places around the world.
The thought of being a traveler sounds like the match for a heart like mine.
But a thought in my head always remains just that.