every day I wander

in some strange new world


nothing I know is left

so I'm relieved of invitations


to nostalgia and

useless mourning


and young'uns tell me

they too find no trace


of what they've known and loved

(and I must take their word


because I never knew their world)

every day we all wander


damned if we know where

we're going to wind up next...






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