DifferentWorlds, Same Heart

From cold northern skies to southern flames,

Living stories, different names.

Minnesota morning lights, protests in the streets,

Blue-haired dreams and icy winds, where I walked my beats.

But heavy is the reason, behind the winter’s veil,

Chaos and contention, stories that unveil.

Now I’m down in Tennessee, where the Bible belts swing,

Watching new horizons form, new melodies to sing.

Different lands, different flows, changing every day,

In the heart of Dixie, looking for a way.

From icy lakes to thorny vines, the struggle and the sway,

Finding my own voice, come what may.

The neighbor’s teasing smile, with her daring flair,

Thirteen and fearless, shadows in her stare.

Food with a bite, every plant a threat,

Insects, snakes, lurking fears, never to forget.

Without a church or prayer, bars and talks are rare,

But I carve my path, in the open air.

Different lands, different flows, changing every day,

In the heart of Dixie, looking for a way.

From icy lakes to thorny vines, the struggle and the sway,

Finding my own voice, come what may.

Drama in the streets, and stories in my mind,

Seeking my own truth, leaving doubts behind.

Family, government, the chaos that I see,

Is just a chapter in my own epiphany.

So here I stand, in southern sun, still trying to find,

A place to breathe, believe, to leave the past behind.

Different worlds collide inside this land of fire,

But I keep searching for my own desire.