Album: Flavors of Entanglement
Citizen of the Planet
I start up in the north I grow from special seed
I sprinkle it with sensibility
from French and Hungarian snow
I linger in the sprouting until my engine´s full
Then I move across the sea
To European bliss
To language of poets
As I cut the cord of home
I kiss my mother´s mother
look to the horizon
wide eyed, new ground
humbled by my new surroundings