Newhall Pass

As I escape from a latin flavor

I merge to the left to avoid the truck lanes

Over the hill a new life to savor

Away from the smog and lame.

 

I hit the gas to the top of the hill

Slower than a tortoise it is no thrill

I run this gauntlet day by day

With all my precious time I pay.

 

To live in a place without troubles

I roll this boulder for eternity

Such a price to live in this bubble

A mortgage not of money but precious time.