Before I Die


you ask me why-

you tell me no-

“get your head out of the sky”

“it’s not right to go”


But I won’t listen to lies-

I’ve just one reason to give-

“Before I die,

I just want to live”




Some people miss home.

But I don’t. I miss the road.

I miss the miles and minutes passing by ‘neath the melody of an engine.

I miss looking over and seeing you – sleeping, laughing, telling me stories.

I miss sunsets in Tennessee and sunrises over Chicago.

I miss scary gas stations at 3am.

I miss conversations that are as free as we are, and go on for hours.

I miss being that kind of happy.

I miss not being here.

Because out there…that’s my home.