Immigration

Adaptation's going as planned
Through all the stages of my mind's own land
Crafting drama on my own
In my immigrant journey, fully grown
We'll chalk up lost identity
To circumstances beyond what we see
Anxiety and loneliness reign
In their purest form, a quality not plain

Green card won through lottery's grace
Tickets and cash in my embrace
I live in comfort, snug and tight
Yet madness calls me to the night
All the rear guard's well-protected
No desires or aims neglected
Discomfort's what I've opened to
To rise above and renew

Remember roots without disregard
Ignoring cultural shocks is hard
Kandinsky, Chagall would understand
Why loneliness now takes its stand

Not mute, but somehow without a voice
Not used to conversations that rejoice
First glint of gray in my hair
To others, I'm a little rare

Blending in is not adapting well
You'll always stand out, that's the tale to tell
But in nature's vast embrace
A man remains within his place
"Letter to Descendants," I'll read once more
Remember lines that touch the core
And by evening, I'll light the quiet flame
Emerging from this sorrow's claim

Here it's multidimensional yet tight
Not yet used to this place's light
Habits with a bland taste
In the social integration race

Diffraction of psychology
Motivation at its extremity
Two theories meet and clash—
Chaos and systems in a flash
Diagnosis: entropy and plight
Topographic confusion in sight
The sine wave of my moods descend
Rolling down to an uncertain end