"Tomorrow the sun will rise, who knows what the tide could bring in?"

I am Wilson
A brand new ball
filled with pride of the past memories
gone with the wind of changes
brought to the castaway island
wrapped in a faded package

I am Wilson
watching over you, Tom, speechless
imitating your voice, mannerism, movements
making you laugh with the odd accent
and surprising you by accident

I am Wilson
baking your Pita bread
serving in the kiosk, Shah Halal Food
maid, barman, cashier in 99 Cents and up

I am Wilson
I am immigrant