Independence Day

There are no fireworks

This year in the sky

No corporate-spun banner

In front of clouds rolling by

No picture perfect portrait

Of gallant screaming pride

Just me and my shadow

Walking away in stride

My mind does a flashback

In 80’s movie style

As I walk past a marker

For the 97th mile

Now I’m twelve years old

And running around

Ignoring all I’ve been told

Laughing on the ground

But there’s a bus stop up ahead

And I need to be moving on

Maybe later I’ll call home and say

Happy 4th of July and oh yeah,

I’m gone.