Not Homegrown

Small town

Same plains everyday

Simple, quiet

Did what I was told

No questions 

Only had tunnel vision comprehension

Didn’t know where we were going, but eventually I’d be home

Until one day, I ended up in Rome.

Like a tornado, I couldn’t control where I was flown

To a foreign world I was blown

Take shelter they say

But isn’t B.K; you can’t have it your way

Wasn’t something I could ignore

I had more than a feeling I wasn’t in Kansas anymore


Bustling city

Unfamiliar tongues all around me

Hesitant, but intrigued

I wanted to know more

A vast world I hadn’t been shown

A passion sprouting

It wasn’t homegrown

Picked up the habit of outing

After every milestone

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