Oh, to be in Paris.

To be a free spirit in an old, beautiful city,

looking for answers as to what the human condition is

and how he may overcome it in order to be happy.

To be a poet, writing in a café,

wearing fashionable attire,

flirting with French waitresses,

and finding out what love really is.

What I would give to have my own home there,

where I could sip fine wine in my study,

loosening the deadlock of reason

and making way for beautiful poetry.

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