Foreigner
A foreigner in my own life
A passport not yet stamped
The language that is spoken
One I don’t understand
I slipped across the border
An undetected alien
No guide that can help
Here in this strange land
Maybe I needed a visa
I should have thought this through
I thought it would be easier
Didn't know I'd face a coups
Situations that plague me
No maps or GPS
No clues to the future
Or immunity from stress
I need an eponymous agreement
A neutral intervention
To get me back to reality
To block this blind perception
A trifarious situation
Pointing every way but out
A situation that’s hopeless
Of this I have no doubts
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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