I packed my home and hearth in a bag
and moved across the ocean,
looking for better air
for me and mine.

I left behind part of my heart
The accustomed earth and smells,
the familiar sights and smiles,
in pursuit of my worth.

Was it inane
to uproot and replant?
What’s the loss and what’s the gain?
Answers are blended in myriad shades of gray.

New languages and ways,
new philosophies, new friends, new smells;
Is it worth the toil and do I blend in?
Do I belong here or anywhere?

Who belongs where and who’s to say?
Let’s all run along
and try to find purpose
to this existence and to make it worth.

For the sun rises and sets
and Oceans and tides don’t stop.
This is only a temporary stop,
anchors need not be dropped.

The ship can sail
in the direction of the winds of purpose.
Listen to the calls
and everything will follow.