a home could never be on a plane,
far off away
like crashing into the sunset of a bay.
i left the motherland
where my heart's content stays.
i sprouted from grass roots
that got traded for crème brûlée.
a sing song dance
wouldn't have made you stay,
but an empty passport
is all that you gave.
away to europe,
away from this.
i hope we return someday
to see all that i missed.
