NEW BORDERS

The air smells different
The wind blows lazily
The streets are unfamiliar
No one smiles easily

I’ve journeyed long to be here
Leaping to meet the future
My shadow is my best pal
With me even on the moonlight

The nights are long and lonesome
So I hug tightly on my pillow
Wake up to a pen and paper
And try and mark my new borders

Will these streets love me?
Will these new faces smile at me?
Or will they say I’m too different?
And shut their doors to my face

I’m here with a plain canvas
What they show me I’ll colour
And once I get a clear picture
I’ll know if I’ll stay or pack up.