Quest For Wings by ~Lady-Dementia on deviantART
no building to call
home,
following wind,
will, heart, and
musings,
suitcase for one hand,
instrument case for the other,
stowed in the back,
of the beat up old car
you bought from
constantly working.
daydreams have covered
the dins and fading
paint,
making it what you
desire.
your hair glitters
shiny penny,
bound by scarf,
your eyes painted
dark,
Vegabond Girl.
You dreamt of escape,
but got your hair cut
short.
Your eyes stay dead,
and your dreams buried
beneath work for
tomorrow.
Tailored shirts, pants
fit well, shoes never
seen a dusty road.
Your car bought by
parents, while gas
is free,
but you're trapped inside
your worst nightmare.
Dreamt of life
somewhere new,
and stuck in what you
wanted to leave.
Find those dreams
Vegabond Boy.