this new house, this new street, these new cars driving by
seems all very grown up, very mature
this is not my beautiful house?
it can't be
how did i get here?
waving at the neighbors mowing their lawn
do they know i eat tofu
do they know i have tattoos
maybe it's my mini van
that allows me to pass unnoticed
it could be the air force sticker attached to the bumper
that eases peoples minds
this new landscape of peaks and valleys
pulling at my identity
which one i am?
who should i be?