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My smoldering home

I know I’ll leave someday soon —
Drive into the midwest sunset
As the crops glow gold,
And the rusted bridges I love,
Cast in fiery light, shall crumble
After I cross them once more.
I know I’ll never sleep again
Under that silver moon.

But before that day comes,
I’ll drink the forest rain,
I’ll say goodbye to the crows
Before they drop from the sky,
And breathe that air,
Fresh with a new day’s pollution.
It belongs to nowhere.
No one cares about where I’m from.

There’s such lovely people nowhere.
And its fall colors are burned
Into my mind forever.
And I’ll never forget how vibrant they were,
And the fellow nobodies I was with
As we sat by the lake,
Or walked in the valley
Knowing the sun would set soon.