I swore in as a U.S. citizen this morning, pledging allegiance to the land of the star-spangled banner. I am supposed to bear arms and defend this soil if called upon, even though I can't set up my converter box and antenna to watch TV.
My new passport defines me as a subject of the land of Bald Eagles, even though my blood ties me to a mythical Dragon in the east. My soul is united with that of the Feline, and spiritually I reside in the Andes, where I once supposedly almost became a high priest before a tragedy happened.
I also saw myself living once upon a time in Germany, heading a hospital, savings many lives before dying of respiratory complications. That life preceded my role as a military strategist in France who probably helped kill many innocent souls.
My passport may define my citizenship, but my existence is fluid. I am a fish without border.
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