Where have you come from,
where are you going to?
Someplace new, somewhere
different, where you hear
New sounds, the wind is not
the same, the creatures speak
A diffferent language
and deep inside you know
The clock is off, not right
your own body can't sense
The changing tide of season
all in flux, new, new it cries
You are lost in the flow
yet someway you stand
Made again and the change
has not swallowed you up
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