Vacation, All I Ever Wanted

I can't believe the time is finally here. I purchased my ticket to Puerto Rico in February and it's already June. In a couple hours I'll be set to embark on yet another trip to my homeland―that hot and sunny island that gets me emotional and makes me feel super peaceful inside because it's the only place where I'm ever really free on the inside and out.

Below is a piece I (sort of) wrote (with the help of a very well known lyricist, of course) a couple years ago and I think it's not a bad idea to re-post it.  Enjoy.

"Puerto Rico. My heart's devotion. [Don't] let it sink back in the ocean. [So what if] the hurricanes [are sometimes] blowing, [and] the population [is] growing, and the money owing, and the sunlight streaming, and the natives steaming. I [don't] like the island Manhattan! Smoke on your pipe and put that in!" 

My version of the classic song "America" from the musical West Side Story.