I knew there was life inside that box.
A box on each side,
colored in red, blue and white
with fifty stars in the top left corner.
It so happened I fell inside it,
gracefully landing to the halls of smiles,
painless efforts, and joyful-sorrows.
With the direction of my compass,
I landed at a four way intersection
and it pointed at the North.
At North,
there was a home
that no other direction could hold,
friends embracing each shoulder
and warmth that covered the cold together.
I wasn't the same way I came,
and that wouldn't change.
I would watch the stars
until they fly away until the coming day,
I would find a microphone
and figure out what to say.
But all that, made the time fly away.
I just could not imagine I would arrive to this place.
Now I have to vacate,
I have to drive to meet new faces
but the old ones at North made my days, everyday!
I wish I could come back to these jolly- great days
and connect to the feeling of how the great North was.
That will take couple of hours, days or every single day
to recover a feeling of one place
among many places in one box.
America.