Pavlov’s Migrant

If I knew
what I was signing up for
as decades decay
under foreign skies
as every place
face
and every continent blur in memory
every chance to influence the most basic facts
is lost
to evil twists in the story of my life
I would not sign it with my blood
I would lock the door
throw away the key
and expect the blind chase inside cage
homerun from wall to wall
to kill my lights and everything I lived for
on impact