I crave the unfamiliar.

To blow dust on this one stop light town that bears the weight of all of my failures
To carry a "hop in the car and drive" mentality
Racing away from tortured memories

Though I don't really have a plan
And if I did maybe I'd have ran
When the offer arose a decade ago
But I froze

Choking on the fear that I was not good enough
But oh, was I in love

With the idea of never taking a second glance
At the dust flying...