When you find yourself
Far away from your nation's roof,
The sense of purpose
The dream you wish to realize,
The identity you cherish
Now seen as outlandish
And that sense of pride,
appears to fade only to look weird.
Weird for the new land,
Weird in the face of a different crowed
And then you're judged,
""This guy is very weird.""
Often times judged on grounds of commonsense
Entrenched in society as if it is not nonsense
But never
take the judge or the judgment as a real life scale
It's just the heritage of life in exile.
May 24, 2009, Toronto
Far away from your nation's roof,
The sense of purpose
The dream you wish to realize,
The identity you cherish
Now seen as outlandish
And that sense of pride,
appears to fade only to look weird.
Weird for the new land,
Weird in the face of a different crowed
And then you're judged,
""This guy is very weird.""
Often times judged on grounds of commonsense
Entrenched in society as if it is not nonsense
But never
take the judge or the judgment as a real life scale
It's just the heritage of life in exile.
May 24, 2009, Toronto
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