A sadly spent inheritance

Im not much for America,
except for san fran,
with its parades
and the way you
lost all self control
on Howards street,
Louisiana for
the same and the way
the french district
brought out
the artisan in you
 and so-cal
for the scene,
and how i've never seen
your eyes brighter
they hold much hope
for some,
but after living
in paris, one
can never treat
life so seriously
without the constant
rush of electricity
your tongue used
to give me
and then
ireland, with it's
musical accents
you said it
is the only place
one can go
for solace
and serendipity
So I've trekked
half way
though the world,
accumulated over
150,000 miles
Seen deserts, and beaches
and more hotel rooms
then one would
ever like to see
and red light districts
by the plenty
and clubs and bars
to the point
where
they all
seem to
look the same,
along with the exotic
tail that flaunts
itself pointless
trying to rival
what you taught

You've lead me
to the ends of the earth
but now that
i know theres nothing else
here for me
i don't want to
follow you anymore.