I’m from slushy, icy, slippery roads
Knowing how dangerous this can be
How I drive so good

I’m from morning walks around alluring sceneries
How the sun awakens
And so do I

I’m from closets full of clutterness
Boxes on boxes
The intensified sizeable differences

I’m from March 12th, 2012
What a permanent stain
The sound of plastic snapping

I’m from the Arctic
So cozy, understated, and compact
You’ll be with me for eternity

I’m from the box
I will take you with me for wherever I must go
Picture, medals, trophies, entirely for safe keeping

Knee-high to a grasshopper
5’3 and the shortest of flesh and blood
How did this happen to me

I’m from the turf
How did I ever get so blessed
Born under a lucky star, MVP and still going

And I’m still from slushy, icy, slippery roads
Knowing how dangerous this can be
How I drive so good