The
West
Coast
Came
To
Seem
A
Pastel
Dream,
Light
Years
Away
From
The
Day
To
Day
Fierce
East
Coast
Tempo
I had
Come
To
Know.
I hovered
There,
Shuffling
Uneasy
Cares
And
Fears
Of
Bridges
Burned
Until
I returned
To
NYC
And
Found
I was
The
Same
As
I used
To
Be.