The nation of migrants

For we are all migrants,
who mostly run to Russia or Kazakhstan.
The luckiest among us settled in Europe and America
or drifted toward the rich states on the edge of Persian Gulf,
and many our people are in China, Korea, Japan.
What are the reasons for such emigration?
Majority of them want to make money,
some of them went to find love
some – to escape from our rigid traditions,
some of them go abroad just for nothing,
because so many people are doing the same thing.

For we all are a nation of migration,
even those who have yet to do that,
also live with eyes seeing through our borders,
with firm or vaguely determined purposes
of running away from this beautiful yet cursed country,
from own land, culture, language, history.
They all wanted to leave this native soil  and run away into the unknown.
 
When there comes just any small chance or opportunity
we run away like a herd of antelopes: mad, wild and unstoppable,
yes, for we all are the nation of migrants,
that tried to run away from ourselves.

For I am also wanting escape
from my life here and in this universe
to run out into another world and reality,
far better selected and calibrated
among the great number of universes
for this extremely unusual love and attraction,
where the superposition will manage and arrange
the most harmonious environment,
designed, sewed and installed by golden art, marvelous achievements, technological challenges and a mathematical quantum calculus
lent by the next millennia and belonging to them, 
dwelling with great precision and inspiration
beyond any space and time’s limits and obstacles   
for this love, hopes along with dreams, transcendence and unfoldment.