i am from the city of angels

from silver spoons to section 8

that is where I'm in between

sirens echo through my ears 

as i greet the neigborhood tweaker with dollar bills.

i came from the valley of death 

to escape the city of material.

i am not from the picket fences 

but i am from the freedom of expression.

hipsters, ghetto, weather always like may

i liked the vibe but i'll never stay.

i am a wanderer, a vagabond

a dreamer amongst black and white choices

from street art to forests.

life is quiet now, introverted, magical

a world of wonder

though i journey thorugh open skies, and closed minds.

-from cali to kali-