If my sense of dignity was wrought
with a plaguing scarcity.
Then should I give of myself
with the full force behind my faculties?
Too timid a soul to master all the
courage available to me
Because I’m living in foreign lands
that seem barren compared to my home in the sea.
Where I stroke the tides,
my body so easily collides.
At home, here, emotional currents
persuading me to stay and play; and love to reside.
Until now, my home swelled up
this valleys’ hillsides.
I cannot freely glide along
these mountain tops
I have to trudge up the big boulders
and cliffs’ tops like road blocks.
Just to survive the insanity I see
surrounding me in this social chaos.