When I first became an expat I said:
Everything has changed, but I am the same
Days passed into months, months into years
Conversations into contentment into disillusionment into strategy into deeper surrender
Again and again, a drum, guaranteed
Same blood through the same heart, beating
Keeping time when I forget my watch, or throw it in the toilet
Different faces, different cultures, different priorities, luring me through a looking glass
To be born into a world
Where the masks all drop and love is always mine
Hands in pockets, eyes to the moon, now reflecting
Will I see you again?
Like I did the first time, when you were someone different?
More than anyone else?
Detachment--hundreds of feet in the sky, where your can see, so many things
Round and round, that race ... like gnats in a jar
Looking at each other--seeing themselves
Was I doing that?
I wonder what scorpions eat ...
Everything is the same
But I have changed