BY RACHELL PAK
Staff Writer
Outside of this bubble,
It has always been on my mind,
The grass doesn’t have to be greener,
Just beyond the other side.
 
I want a fast car,
Or a ticket for a fast train,
Or a bent thumb for a fast truck,
That would take me shine or rain.
 
I won’t watch another screen,
Unless it’s a window,
Of a blurring landscape,
Taking me where the wind blows.
 
I want a fast car,
Or a ticket for a fast train,
Or a bent thumb for a fast truck,
That would take me shine or rain,
 
But here I am waiting,
In an empty parking lot,
Where there are no exits where I could leave,
Or so I had thought.
I found another way,
I took an introspective journey,
Where I went wherever I wanted,
And it all happened in a dream.
 
I don’t want a fast car,
Or a ticket for a fast train,
Or a bent thumb for a fast truck,
All I need is my brain.