California in Fog
12/12/2008
When in fog
California is a vast cradle
An infinite sea of a past so vague
And clearly not mine
For many light years
The hills bleached my eyes golden
The ocean turned my heart blue
I wanted to leave
From time to time I took the roads and pretended
I was going elsewhere
Until I really did
That moment of life was bizarre
Through the seasons my dream became seasonless
Through the fog I left California once more
