Time doesn't matter

I was thinking recently about my hometown, and, even though it's only twenty minutes away, I miss it. I miss childhood and having nothing to do on a summer day but sit in the grass and count the leaves. I always looked forward to being a "grown up" but now that I am here all I can do is look back.

Time Doesn't Matter

I'm from "Time Doesn't Matter".

I'm from concrete and cornfields
Snow, thunder, and tornadoes
"Yes ma'am" and "No sir"

I'm from "Time Doesn't Matter".

I'm from green grass between your toes
speckled skies and train horns
Where creeks run as fast as the children,
Where beads of sweat freeze before they hit the ground
Where gravel roads go on for miles

I'm from "Time Doesn't Matter".

A home of faded yellow wallpaper
Cracks where mildew fill the holes.
Creaky stairs, and splintered wood banisters

I'm from a town left behind.
I'm from tire wings of rope and
Blue cotton dresses with no shoes.

I'm from "Time Doesn't Matter."