xtravagantworshipper

Sojourn

February 1, 2007

I’m a sojourner in my native land,
Drifting through life,
Fleeting moments, time and space,
Space and time,
A participant on some occasions,
A bystander on most.

Skyscrapers struggle for positions in the cityscape,
With new ones climbing higher to stake their claim,
Just like the executives they house,
Stepping over each other to climb the corporate ladder,
Chasing futile dreams,
Fulfilling transient ambitions.

I shrugged at the corporate rat race,
Of which I have no wish to be a part of.
Yet many a times, I wonder,
If that’s the way to eke out a living,
In a place I call home.

I’m a sojourner in my native land,
A native vagabond, if such a species exists.
National misfit, cultural nomad.

I’m supposed to be ethnic Chinese,
Yet have no inkling of my Chinese roots
Even the Chinese media thinks in English
But reports in Chinese,
However hard they try to deny.

We brag about our colonial history,
But we have no relations to the Queen.
Our forebears are immigrants,
Thrust onto our shores by fate’s cruelty
Penniless, culture-less, hopeless.
Their descendants (that’s us) are root-less.

I’m a sojourner in my native land,
Drifting, fleeting, wandering,
I struggle to breathe,
In a society that stifles,
My soul cries out.
Who hears me, in the still of the night?

But the still soft voice inside of me.

posted by weiwen @ 11:22 PM