Ten-Minute Writing - November 12, 2019

Made her home a Greyhound seat,
Crossed a state line or maybe three.
No more turning back, she knew.
Live and cry by her childhood schemes.

Stepped out into the stink of the city,
Gazed up where buildings touch the sky.
Left behind foolish hometown loves,
Needed her dreams to reach as high.

Driven by dreams, driven by dreams.
Keep whispering to yourself,
You're driven by dreams.

Threw off her quaint personality,
One of a million ain't so special...