Where I’m From
I am from that small old town in Indiana.
From just a child playing in the back yard
to inosince taken at such a young age.
From hot summer days in the pool
to winter snow days out of school.
From the only worry in the world was the burn on your back,
to the court and having money for that little brown sack.
From videogames for fun
to cups of crazy.
From the long nights of wonder and shame
to the love of your life always whispering your name.
From that small old house to Foxmore lane
to all of the lies and putting your loved ones in vain.
From baseball being a summer joy
to dreading it and making it a chore.
From a compact room with only a bed
to a new city with big dreams waiting ahead.
From harsh and dark
to pure and loving.
I am from that small old town in Indiana