Japan

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.