Going To New Mexico

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Vintage Publishing


Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll burn under the desert sun.

Submitted: September 02, 2018

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Tonight, I’ll finally take my curtain call,

Hop in my Hyundai, and never look back.

Just yesterday, I quit my dead end job,

Packed my car, full of everything I own.

 

Going to New Mexico, a land of eternal sunshine,

Already got the sun symbol, tattooed on my arm.

Leave it all behind, wanna get a fresh start,

Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll burn under the desert sun.

 

Nothing is mapped out, going in without navigation,

Limitless possibilities, anything could happen.

Maybe I’ll break bad, and head to Albuquerque,

1-70 West guide me, on this permanent vacation.

 

Twenty seven hour drive, hypnotized by the highway,

Tank full of gas, I’ll make it there or I’ll die trying.

Cross country journey, should help slow the decay,

Pristine white sand dunes, should bring me back to life.

 

Seen Santa Fe, not talking about the Hyundai,

Old weathered Aztec monuments, still remain.

Ascend to the very top, of the Shiprock,

From up here, I can see the rolling desert plains.

 

Assassin’s Creed leap of faith, right into the Blue Hole,

In the shape of a bell, I wonder who it tolls for?

Southwestern America, quite different from the East Coast,

Absence of any familiarity, it feels like a foreign country.

 

Leaving it all behind, there’s no changing my mind,

My niggas back home will miss me, but I don’t give a fuck.

Full tank of gas, couple thousand dollars to my name,

Gotta get out of Maryland, I can’t be quarantined.

 

A stranger in the desert, I’m completely anonymous,

Ashes of the past blown away, factory reset my life.

Let’s try this again, a brand new stream of consciousness,

Baptized by deserts sands, I have been born, once again.

 

Going to New Mexico, a land of eternal sunshine,

Already got the sun symbol, tattooed on my arm.

Leave it all behind, wanna get a fresh start,

Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll burn under the desert sun.

 


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