Each time I am trying to obtain X,
My path into american utopia
Dissolves into a smaller country.

Here’s what I am talking about :

Some leagues below the surface
Of money, of laziness, and of choice,
We came here not knowing
Whether we were
Fleeing or joining.

Now we know very well,
It wasn’t either because
We are immigrants.

Immigrants,
As in not-caring-about-job-security,
As in not-caring-about-college-cost,
As in not-even-voting-for,

But immigrants nonetheless.

And so are our confused countries
Puzzle-pieces, ground-glued below.

Credit image : Fred Lyon