Третья

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 

I am a citizen of the planet 
My president is kwan yin 
My frontier is on an airplane 
my prisons: homes for rehabilitating 

Then I fly back to my nest, I fly back with my nuclear but everything is different 
So I wait, my yearn for home is broadened, patriotism expanded by callings from beyond 
So I pack my things nothing precious all things sacred 

I am a citizen of the planet 
My laws are all of attraction 
My punishments are consequences 
Separating from source the original sin 

I am a citizen of the planet 
democracy's kids are sovereign 
Where the teachers are the sages 
And pedestals fill with every parent 

And so, the next few years are blurry, the next decade's a flurry of smells and tastes unknown 
Threads sewn straight through this fabric through fields of every color one culture to another 

I come alive and I get giddy I am taken and globally naturalized 
I am a citizen of the planet 
From simple roots through high vision 
I am guarded by the angels 
My body guides the direction I go in 

I am a citizen of the planet 
My favorite pastime edge stretching 
Besotten with human condition 
these ideals are borne from my deepest within