Construction Paper - Signals Midwest

As I stand here locked in your warm embrace I’m not sure how I should be

feeling.

In a couple of days we’ll be leaving this place for opposite coasts in a

parallel world.

Hypotheticals and scenarios — what if we could stay?

I could sell back my textbooks and close my accounts and we could just live for

a while.

I just can’t help but feeling that all of this idle talking is getting me

nowhere.

So I planned my life out on a piece of construction paper.

I accounted for every waking second but the actions behind the words proved to

take much more than I thought they would so I pointed my bow in a westward

direction.

So where should I be sailing?

Cause all of this navigation just feels like flailing.