today we talk of
romanticised cities of drug addicts
wistful car rides to the airport's departure hall
and letting go of concepts,
constructs that can't last forever.

san francisco & the boy,
i'm thinking perhaps they could be similar
live it all out through pictures
but how much do you truly know?
read into the rows of tiny houses
lining the roads sheltered by round trees
the lopsided american flag
hanging from the banister
the misty day still has golden sunshine
upon beige bricks and tinted windows,
the boy is off in early morning
to great adventure beyond this city
a city that can't hold him or his dreams
set foot into treacherous unknown
but perhaps he isn't as alone as he seems,
the golden sunshine follows him around
and he'll learn to dance
in its golden pool on paved tarmac.

i'm thinking san francisco & the boy,
daydreaming a story while in a faraway city
that's a far cry from san francisco & the boy
and from that i learn how
to tap my feet to the beat of the raindrops
and to twirl on my toes in radiant sunshine.

i'm thinking me, then san francisco & the boy.