You are almost broken
For all are taken by pride
Gone, to a barren planet
Dead, as it is doomed to be
Burden of establishing a nation
As a cheap copy of your homeland
No, it is much more luxurious
Too noble to be your home
You cannot afford it
You dry yourself and feel tired
Of acting like a rich man
Say, where are you now?
Where you are now
Shows you no exit, and you are
Exhausted for giving up
So you stay, not run away
Will you be free when the time
Disenchants all the present illusions
And make it ashes of the past?
I am not sure, but I know
Your scars will wake you up at the night
And you will find, you are unlike all the others
Who cannot tell if they are themselves
In the world with images and emotions
Without a birthmark to be recognized
You are the last passerby in a world end poem