I started on my path
A long journey to map
I wasn’t sure where I was going
My mind cannot decide
America: the country of opportunity
Where was mine?
California, with its towering Sierras
With the wealth of the Gold Rush concentrated in the Silicon Valley
Teslas rush by on the highway
The North is a beautiful blanket of white
And the South throws me into a movie
Is this the place for me?
New Mexico throws a red cover on me
The desert rocks bring shade in the everlasting sun
The history is incredible as the many different cultures blend together
Is this the place for me?
Atlanta, Georgia calls to me
The end of Sherman’s March
The day the slaves went free
Southern hospitality greets me
Chicken and waffles flow through the street
Is this the place for me?
New Orleans beckons me with jazz
Oh how that music ebbs and flows
The notes surround me and lift me up
It is as if I can see the past
African Americans creating a name for themselves, becoming famous, important
Is this the place for me?
New York shocks me with its neon lights
The bustling streets, the never ending cars
Horns, birds, screaming
No rest in the city that never sleeps
Central Park, Madison Square, Empire State
The entire world seems to be here
Is this the place for me?
My brain is dizzy
I cannot think
My journey must go somewhere
As I get into my car, I start to think
What will make me happy?
Where is my place to be?