Heading west, heading east


Heading west…


The Aussie bloke drives west,
To find the perfect place,
That lives inside his head
To occupy that space,
The north would be too hot
The south would be too cold,
The east is too familiar
He looks for foolish gold.

The Scottish lass turns to the east
To chase the Spanish sun,
To fly away from Celtic stress
And guilt from Catholic Nuns,
To chase a promised freedom
By fake celebrities
She flys like Scottish birds
To a place called “I’m care free”.



Heading east..Spanish beach



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