Lost in the USA:
Wanderer
My life began American
A state of mind once left behind
But many are my memories
Of sights of sounds of smells of these
Same stateside specificities
Which you describe and photograph
Which make me smile and make me laugh
Bittersweet feeling lesser than
One who once felt it all
But one who will feel it always
A broken boy and small
I was and bittersweet those days
Which I spent growing up alone
A library of the unknown
Has it become too late for me
Too late to come back now?
Can one return at last and be
At home again somehow?
So lost so long a wanderer bereft
Of my homeland and yet I never left
+Steven Curtis Lance
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