The Border

It's like a border
which I can't pass
because my passport has a disorder
the cop is throwing stones,and I'm out of gas.

A mountain stands before me
I can't get to the other side
there are no tunnels,no sea
the cop is coming,all I can do is hide

An unknown strength pulls me into its grip
like a broken record,I stutter
I don't want to face the cop
I try to climb the mountain,but I always fall down

in the sea of embarrassment,I try to swim
with movements weirder than a chameleon's
the border shall not be passed
I can't show myself to the foreign country
the cop will not find me
I feel content in this sea of embarrassment.