Wandering Girl

She stands in the middle of the open road 
sparkling christmas lights turn into glistening stars 
her mind wandering into memories unknown
her soul looking for a name 
tired of living with no compass 
she desires to create but always stays blank 
unable to color the words she's never known 
freedom is beautiful 
living within the wind of each moment 
living stories with ghost souls 
she will never write them down 
most artists would dream to live her life
creating art every second 
she'll never be more than the muse 
shooting stars put her to sleep 
as she wanders the world 
looking for herself
unable to think of who she is
or who she wants to become 
wanting everything and nothing at the same time 
for no one has ever known her soul 
for she was meant to ride wherever the wind blows
belonging to no one but the ocean waves and mountain views 
her name changes with every soul she encounters 
becoming the sand waves rush over erasing the life
and beginning new wherever she'll go