Leaving California

No one but me is walking
under palms that give no shade.
I’m leaving you today.

California.

How cruel was I to think that
I could make you change?
Oh, give me some shade.
Oh, Australia, come soon.
How could I have believed
that I could live and breathe in you?

California killed me.

I think it’s time to leave.
I told no one I’d stay.

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