There are people like me; I recently learnt,

Living in a country I never saw as home,

They behave like me; I hate that face,

I consider visiting; but what if I fail,

fail to leave and get stuck for good,

I worry about vodka and knives; oh yes,

of potato and leeks; of them and me,

what if I was meant to cross the sea;

but chose the direction; wrong indeed