The glimmering lights of the west coast,
Is what my heart desires the most,
To walk across the Golden Gate bridge, would be a dream for me
Oh the things I would do just to feel free.
Along the Santa Monica pier, the sun blaring down onto the pacific ocean
Reflecting off the faces of the passerbys
And into the beautiful blue skies
On the contrary I live on the east coast, where the bleak Atlantic mist clings to the pines
A colder grey than California’s sunny coastline
The warmth is rare here like seeing a colorful elephant fly
Oh how my heart yearns for The Western Dream.
One day. I tell myself, One day I’ll be free
The Jabberwock 
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