Your ocean is not mine
Although you say you’ll share
The food tastes different
The water’s cold
Your friends don’t speak my language
So how can I relate?
But then again, when I look back
At my former little sea
If I return, no one will greet me
With open arms or smiling eyes
For I have left the patriots
To return as a national traitor
Don’t expect the food to taste sweet
The water to be warm
And friends to share my language
But maybe someday I will discover
A little corner in the deep
And find my quietude
My harmony
My mutuality
My joy and peace on earth
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Submission Name: A fish in someone else’s sea
