Of their own, making their way
Through mysteries floating across
Distances, raw with another country
Inside of me, I stood with certain open letters
Forwarding the bitter origins
Of nostalgia for ordinary streets
Those that are no more streets to walk
That feel like home, and stressing the importance
Of identity, wonderful and bright –
Raw with feeling of the bell-struck air
I felt like a Tourist on my home-planet
When did I lose you? Whose have you become?
Children I never had, wife I never met
Friends that couldn’t find their way
To the destined meeting place.