cartagena + medellín
and now the end is near,
and so i face the final curtain.
the tide bows toward the cartagena bay
as we hunt for ATMs and breathe:
i’ve lived a life that’s full
i’ve traveled each and every highway
but the purchasing power of the u.s. dollar
is mostly proven in south american chain stores
regrets, i’ve had a few
but then again, too few to mention
street art isn’t
corporate-sponsored state-sponsored bureaucratic shit-sponsored.
no se vende.
i planned each charted course
each careful step along the byway
(we win again, again)
yes, there were times, i’m sure you knew
when i bit off more than i could chew
existing ethereally in a place we cannot find
and never want to leave
i’ve loved, i’ve laughed and cried
i’ve had my fill, my share of losing
un día más
over the integrated slums of a first-class second city
we pardon slaughterers, we make more treaties
for what is a woman?
what has she got?
if not herself, then she has naught
to say the things she truly feels
and not the words of one who kneels
the record shows i took the blows
and did it my way.
credit: my way by frank sinatra