I should be leaving today
it's been long in coming,
but I have finally found a way.
California, you're my sacred land,
my Promised Land,
you're rich in Love,
and your people walk the streets as though
they live in a play.
Your skies are cloudy and sorrowful,
but I love you yet.
The bay is seen from the philosopher's eye,
he is seeing the Kingdom at last,
but the preacher's are dreary,
they live in den dreams.
California, your finding yourself,
once again overtaken and wrapped in love,
this summer has already proven
promising.
The hills fill up with the young,
the neighbors wave and smoke in repose,
painting the sidewalks green,
and the walls a myriad of the Void,
California, don't bring me down,
your dream is helping me up,
you indeed have your share of troubles,
some people were meant to be
sick and mean.
I'm walking past your streets and boulevards,
seeing the people who
moved in just down the street,
they're smiling and eager,
living in your dream.
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