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