From here to where?

I come from a land of towering trees With elevators, fountains, and limousines Like nomads we went south in search of good bread Where we met tribal warlords who wished us dead And back up north to escape the clan I found myself in a place with an ice cream man And again we crossed this temperate land To a sea of trees and a blue grass band Where I found myself and my way of life I grew sharp and bold like a butcher knife The books I’ve read with the words of leet A place where I’ve discovered I dislike meat And a future behold an endless terrain One main mod after another but never the same Over the riff or wherever I go I shall always call Pendarvin my eternal home Distributing muffins every day and night Through the songs of the bards and the brutal fights With broccoli, rice, and a sushified fish I give you my life on a porcelain dish 2004