I must see California before I die.
This is not an option for myself.
I would walk the 3000 miles upon nails and razors only to see the sign that will probably read,
“Welcome to the State of California”
If that is even what it says.
I imagine the sign actually reading;
“Hey there friend, you finally made it, Welcome to California,
where the weather is always perfect and the strangers already love you.
The moment you cross over the state line, all of your problems in life just melt away.
Please feel free to find yourself a spot at one of our many beautiful beaches and enjoy the rest of your life in harmony. Thank you very much for finally making it here.
We love you so much!”
This would be a rather large sign.
I must see what it says.
I cannot die in New York State,
side by side with all of my problems and tarnished history.
I no longer question the existence of God; I only question my ability and courage to do what it takes to be happy.
God will always figure itself in the end.
But as far as my sanity is concerned, well, I suppose nowadays I’m only two sad songs away from leaving this all behind.