"To Rest, to Know..." (original poem)
I lay in a foreign world,
A world filled with everything unknown,
I adjusted, I filled a cup of norms.
I tasted what is normal, I have no choice.
I adopted their culture, I neglected my own,
I never knew who I was back then.
What’s beyond my story?
Is this the only reason to learn and earn?
Nobody knew me that time, even myself.
I created my new safe place,
But why still I feel so scared and alone?
I wouldn’t know what race I was running.
I keep myself from the world,
But the result was I kept myself from growing,
I end up looking for exits.
I now hope that I can stand by self,
Measure success through my efforts,
And knowing more about your own world.
-Tikatarot-
Watchwords:
Friends
Find
Interview
Mountain
Hope
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