Hasty and awkward were those
Human moments, lived like
An interruption of the Gods
Fate always intervenes in the
Pauses, between free-will & circumstance
We are all symbols of the times
We live in, we’ve wasted our
Human potential, while others
Maybe out-did us, we will always
End up not finding the new country
This city will always pursue you
We will walk the same streets
Know the same old friends
There is no ship for you
No road to take you elsewhere
Hasty and awkward you will
Find yourself a countryman
Of the family, country, era
In which you were born
On a particular planet among
Millions, hush up now:
The black ruins are perfectly normal.
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Wuji Seshat 
I guess this is where I’m going to come to read your work now:). The other place has lost me too.
Yeah the other place is very hit and miss and I just can’t sustain longer periods there. I find more peace here, to the extent that it’s more chill and less full of cliques.
Exactly, can’t agree more.