"It's not regression"
I tell myself as I drive back to town.
Always forward, never backward
even when we turn around.
"I'm different. We're different.
This place is not the same."
But it's nice to be somewhere
where most people know your name.
You can never go back home,
but you can go home again.
Maybe we will.
J. Eutaw Sharpton Jan. 28th, 2010