Berkeley

Your time beaten streets and aged buildings
resonate with your reputation 
the voices of revolution echo through your colorful halls
paintings of love, peace and freedom 
are entrenched upon your walls
the smell of pizza and gloomy rain encircles Telegraph
the beating of war drums, the chatter of intellectuals and 
the insane are very much alive

if not for your beauty
then for your righteousness
when with you, I thrive