Busy longing for the unknown,
this small town's all I've ever known;
Wishing to finally be free,
dreaming of life I cannot foresee.
Lost is a hopeless romantic
in a town among semantics;
The peak of my existence lies
with a world I yet to comprise.
A life that is truly something,
filled nuances and escapades;
Not just the idea of something,
remembered for all of my days.
Living for the hope of it all,
until then I am just enthralled;
Trapped in this dull world I despise,
awaiting for my time to call;
To live for the hope of it all.