Inmigrant

IMMIGRANT
by Danael Theran



first you leave begind everything that was ever yours
or identified you, then you start a journey,
for something you've never seen but you go on
for the others say. This, is your first step.

Now you're somewhere you never been or seen before
strange thoughts start coming to your mind,
new hopes are coming to you,
you're feeling something you havent feel in a long time,
and new dreams you start making.

Time pass and you've realize something. you're all alone,
you realizy that it wasnt so easy as it looked like
when you first came to this foreign land,
but still you go on and the only reason you do it
is because of that hope you got and that dream you made
when you first got to this place.
TIme pass again now you're better, you have
so many thing that you would never have
if you wouldnt have done that first step,
and the only thing you can think of is,
my dream came true.

Now you have no dream, your so confident of your self
that now you have goals, for you, the dream stuff
is old stuff,
without realizing you start getting use to this life,
you start thinking that you wouldnt get use to life back from
where you came from.
you cant explain it but it dont matter to you,
you're living better than before and that's what matters.

Time passes again, now you have a companion
and childrens, you're new goal is to race them
well and give them a better life than the one you had.

Time passes again, your childrens are starting to grow
you've reace them the only way you knew how to reace a kid,
the way your parents reaced you
but something is wrong, you realize is not working as it worked on you
your childrens are asking question you've never though of asking
when you were their age, they are wearing strage close,
listening to music that up to the moment you didnt like
and you dont know why,
you've realyze they've forgaten where they came from,
you have no idea what happen,
you start thinking what whould happen to you
and your culture if you're children have forgaten it.

You think and think but you cant get to an answear to what
is happening, it passes right in from of your head
and you cant see it. you cant see that what you are
or you ever were, you're culture and roots were
allready been forgaten the day to took the first step.

Time goes on again, your children, with a bit of luck
where good raced,
now your old,now is the time where you start dreaming again
but this are no regular dreams now this dreams are call
memories, memories of what you left begind.
you only desire now is to go back to what you left so many years ago,
how ironic that when you were yuong all you wanted
was to leave and now all you want is to go back,
back, just go back, back to that place where you were
reaced those years before you took this journey.

you think of everthing that have happen to you,
you laugh at your self, you just cant stop laughing
at the fact that the only thing left that you could ever
want to have is just to go back,
and at this time, after so long you finaly start dreaming again,
as you did when you first got here where you are.

Ironic life that now your only dream is the opposite of what you dream before
and now is too late, the death is allready toching your back,
so sad that you cant go back.
poor immigrant
dies where he first wanted to be.