Regret Me Nots

On the road
to Los Angeles
for change
to find my lost soul
windows down
remembering
what I've left behind
no regrets
because I've wasted years
on my island

I've cried, my tears
create the swell
and the tide carries anew, a new
vessel ashore
exposed, naked
this is me
now. Exchanged the surf
for this turf.
cement under tires
turning, taking me to the Angels

Fire ravaged, arid roads
a linear highway
spinning stories of tomorrow