I left the flashing neon lights
and enormous forests green
to come to a world of differences
living under a queen.
Their towns all look the same to me
but not as much as home,
’cause here the shops have different names
and histories of their own.
Every house has lived much longer
than my world has ever walked.
You can see the ways they went
and you can still hear how they talked.
The same language means nothing
in a world diverse as this,
and even so, the differences
are what I’m going to miss.