My skin-tinted—
　　Red, White, Blue;
　　Origins are
　　Silhouetted—

　　Crumbling history—
　　(Magnificent in its aging departure)
　　Breathing the tales of
　　Time—

　　Here—is where I am from—
　　Not what I know,
　　Nor where I grew up… yet…

　　This is what I am—
　　(I distinctly sense it)
　　Part of my soul has forever
　　Existed in this
　　Place—

Timeless—
Boundless—
Beauty—