I've been almost, I've been so close.
But I'm not done yet.
Not until I wake up for a California sunrise.
Not until a plane ride to a land where everything is new to me.
Not until I stand on top of lady liberty and look out at the city.
Not until a ****** burger king lunch with a friend who won't remember me.
Not until I dance with the girl who doesn't think we'll meet.
Not until I prove to myself that the words I write can feed me.
No only when I can look back and smile at what I leave behind.
Will I accept my own defeat.