What Are You Doing the Rest of Your Life?

It's beautiful of the freeway signs to remind me where I am.

Music up to my ears

cheeks wet

and the world appears glittered. I remember where I'm going

Was keen to ask around and hear about what love is But I think I know

Like finally finding your favorite star in the sky and trying to keep your eyes on it

It's supposed to shine

in no one particular fashion.

Clouds roll in

I can't remember where I am