Where did you come from?

The sound of the breeze?

The rush of the cars?

I come from a dirt road

Dust and Mud.

Flowers and Trees.

Nowhere.

I come from busy roads

Blacktop and Pollution.

Stores and crammed neighborhoods.

Everywhere.

I come from the country

Open Field a Park Baseball Diamonds.

Country Home.

I come from the city

Friends Sports My School.

City Home.

I come from the sound

Crickets Blowing Wind Moving Trees.

Peace.

I come from sound

Cars Talking Fire trucks

Loud.

I come from a little town

Dead ends one little store.

Gone in the blink of an eye.

I come from the city

No endings stores everywhere.

Miles of never ending roads

Two homes.

Two places.

One life.