The man in the mirror, I can’t see
My purpose not getting any clearer
My destination not getting any nearer
Do I belong in the motherland or do I belong here?
The motherland fills my soul, yet never enough
Here fills my desires, yet my heart it engulfs
Not fitting in either place, boon or bane
The soil there, monsoon and rain
A spring afternoon enough to stop me from going insane
The rain here causing disdain, not good for my brain
Should I leave or should I stay?
A question I ask myself every time it’s grey
But a coin has two sides, and mine I must flip to stop me from going astray
A change of perspective is what’s needed
A perspective to avoid being conceited
Like counting coins, I must count my luck
Increase in gratitude to become unstuck
The best of both worlds
The veil across my eyes stops being unfurled
It flies across the sky as it’s hurled
Vision clearer, my purpose I begin to make out
Destination nearer, I know how to get about
I belong in both as both belong in me
The man in the mirror, I now see