I've been looking for my heritage,
scoping the deep seabed sands for my language,
but I don't move in the waves,
and the waves don't move me,
Am im stuck there?
floating, up and down, in stagnance,
I'm getting tired of trying to drift,
been trying to kick forward for a bit,
But I dont go anywhere,
though everything's clear to me,
i cant grasp any of it,
sometimes i'd see sun glints flickering ahead,
like fate pointing to keys i must get,
yet something about them is amiss,
its all too overwhelming,
Oh, please don't hate me,
for being so aloof,
I just dont know what to do,
I feel so out of place among my own kin,
as they sing their language rings in the wind,
But i'm stuck here
wondering the earth as a stranger in the eyes of all
my peoples lifeblood runs through my hands,
five-pointed treasures none could understand,
yet they sift against the current to no avail,
so my silhouette haunts the shores,
like a lost ghost