Foreign to the land alone where I stand
Hard for outsiders to overstand
how meaningless it is to do only what's asked,
Somethings ought not to be explained;
Watching non-verbal replies,
Occasional lies
And fraudulent denies,
to beguile the ears upon which they are played,
Talking ‘bout my memory is failing
Maybe the reaction should be
to cast down buckets where ye' stay
Or perhaps break-camp
and set sail over 7seas,
With sight and sail for another day
Enjoying the breeze and leaping out on faith;
Foreign to the land no ancestral lineage
only displacements and replica replacements;
It's difficult to put yourself inside another's shoes
and truly feel their blues
without ending up distorted and confused,
Few attempt even less succeed
Falling asleep to embrace dreams
Praying to wake with breath to breathe
While the rest in p.e.a.c.e
Are physically conscious
but mentally hibernating in deep sleep
Nevertheless here I stand in wonderment
of that and which I try to comprehend
without the realization of their own paralyzing stagnation;
Foreign to the land,
Stranger to most except danger,
No stranger to the unexplained pain…
And perhaps
we will both live a day longer
when there is no cause to wonder…
