From coast to coast,

From Heathrow to JFK,

I'd run to each terminal just in time to save my day

Screwed up internal clock,

The source of this jet lag

Well, it wouldn't be such a drag

I'm not one to critique others

But, albums, films, books?

I'd write of their quality, not their looks

My dream is to live my life 

And do the things I love

These escapades, I could write of

Rolling Stone magazine

My name in print

Written by Brianna Sanchez the Journalist