Divided Soul
I am a divided soul
Fragments pulling from opposite poles
Some from the green fields and spires of my native home
Others from an enchanted world where, as a child, I roamed
Now a man, I ask of myself, which is truly home?
And how can this duality be solved?
What strong current in my veins, denies my stock?
How can I resolve what I am, and what I’m not?
Perhaps belonging has nothing to do with race
Perhaps its other things that decide one’s fate
Nature or nurture, that’s the question
Each one in contest, creating friction.
In either case I cannot deny
From where I came… or to where my heart flies
Both tongues still tussle in my head
Dreams of wind-swept Persian plains
Accost my bed
My father’s words only deepen my plight
When he said, one day, something in you will cease the fight
Take you off to a place you’ll feel you belong
He finally found where that was; for me – it’s still wrong.
Because the place where I belong exits no more
Only in faded footprints on a forgotten shore
Where I lost my young heart to a fleeting dream
Of what was once, and can never more be.
