I've moved everywhere that I ever wanted to and I've moved on... but I can't move away from "reality" for too long...
Texas still pulls at my heart strings but always pushes me away,
That great big bittersweet background hardly changed as I wandered astray.
Israel taught this rebel girl to love my country and cherish my birth,
I learned peace amidst the war around me and desired an education and self-worth.
California is a loving memory too close to be my past.
I would have spent my life not knowing myself but wishing it would last.
Florida was a temporary distraction to push me on my way,
I had to go somewhere and
Texas would have just been the easy place.
New York City used to be a childhood fantasy of mine,
No adult exit strategy, no space to rewind.
What is the reality? Is there such a thing?
Can a change of scenery really change anything?
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