A beat up Volkswagon on an
   open highway that stretches
      for 5,000 miles
Windows down, radio maxed,
   barefeet on the dash, wind
      in their hair
A loose grip on the wheel,
   control left to emotion and
      a pale pink sunset
Six seperate voices, all
   singing to different tunes
White lines skimming the
   rims of battered tires, each
      piece of road portraying
         the journey
Suitcases piled in the back with
   barely any items inside
Easy living.
A joint passed back and forth,
   saliva shared and breaths
      inhaled, smoke filling
         clean lungs
Euphoria in a blank painted
   portrait of a gentle
      horizon line
Green and white signs that
   read 'California'
A guardrail that can't fence
   anything in
Shared dreams
   communicated with
      impulse, hoped to
         be achieved with
            the sheer bit of
               luck
Waking up tomorrow
   to just keep going.
A new sun, a new day.