Born an American
But i was raised multicultural
Ive ventured to many places
But this was the most historical.
An island all by itself by the name of Japan
With a make-up similar to an architectural plan
Where from a birds-eye resembled no ones land
Afraid of whether or not I'd land.
Once on my feet I begin to reminisce
On a life that I'd truly miss
In desperate search of a trustee
That whom was the same as me.
Mesmerized by the paintings that lay upon the walls
Aligned sightings of dragons holding crystal balls
Lady's dressed in golden Kimono robes
Tables set up with many different origami shows.
As I watched them eat it seemed like fancy tricks
For some odd reason they ate with sticks
With music that seemed like the Japanese Blues
It was then I noticed the mats that stated: "Please remove your shoes"
To me this seemed as something new
Something in North America I would not do
From that moment on I knew--
This was going to take some getting used to.