I walk along the edge of reason
Betray my homeland, feels like treason
I try to find my place and fail;
Seek my true self beneath this veil.
I wander through this foreign land,
Feeling small as a grain of sand,
Filled with doubt and hope and fear,
And cling to what I hold so dear.
My homeland comes along with me,
Warning, begging, makes its plea,
'Be careful not to stray to far,
lest you forget who you truly are.'
But never farther from home am I,
than when I keep that place on a pedestal high,
It shifts and changes in my mind,
polished, perfect and refined.
And then I carve a home away,
A place from which I cannot stray.
To which home then must I be true?
To both or neither; just passing through.
I wander through this foreign land,
Feeling small as a grain of sand,
Filled with doubt and hope and fear,
And cling to what I hold so dear.
My homeland comes along with me,
Warning, begging, makes its plea,
'Be careful not to stray to far,
lest you forget who you truly are.'
But never farther from home am I,
than when I keep that place on a pedestal high,
It shifts and changes in my mind,
polished, perfect and refined.
And then I carve a home away,
A place from which I cannot stray.
To which home then must I be true?
To both or neither; just passing through.
I live between two worlds apart
And each of them lives in my heart.
But who I am is not defined
From whence I come, as in designed
Who I am is yet to be
Shaped and molded by what I see.
Where I belong is in this place,
Inside my mind, which forms this space.
When will I find serenity?
When, first I know my identity.
-Krystal Rodrigues
22 September 2010
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