To be somewhere

To be somewhere with salt in the air

A bracing sea breeze, fresh in the face

To walk the docks as the fishermen return

To be somewhere real, outside of pretense


To be somewhere ancient with dust in the air

Clothed in history, shrouded in mystery

To walk the streets as the elders converse

To be somewhere different, with secrets to unlock


To be somewhere free, vivid and free

With a sun so hot that it could burn the street

To drive a highway so cluttered with life

To be somewhere that a dream can be more

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