The clock runs fast
and faster than asked,
it gave no time to sit and breathe.
mornings to nights and weeks and months,
all moved so fast, but moon and sun.
New people I meet, love they speak,
its soothing sometimes, but I don't grasp them
more and food it changes and water and spices
and also the mornings, the evenings, and talks,
the more of soil, and sunrise,
all are different here but faith.
In this place so strange,
I don't understand what to do?
My routine is gone, the metro I used,
new people I saw, the new expressions
each day, a few just talk, a few listen and a
few fought for small change and more in
the sun, all work so hard,
to sustain.
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