To Emigrant

Sky is bottomless,
Sky isn't mine.
Space is limitless,
Space isn't mine.
Road is infinite,
Road isn't mine.
People walking by
Aren’t mine.
So I ask you, my friend…
What is keeping you back?
Here sky isn't yours,
Here space isn't yours,
Here roads aren't yours,
Here people aren’t yours.
So I'll tell you, my friend,
Don't think much and go back,
To your home, which no land could replace.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2011

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