Utterly out of place
Not from these lands
A stranger among these people
Traditions that are foreign to me
Ideals that I can’t adopt
Believes that I care not to have
Even the jokes appear to be not for me
I look like them on the outside
That’s where the similarities end
A stranger of this my homeland
The air very distinct and unfamiliar
Find myself facing West
Looking over the mountains
Being called towards that direction
I’ve hit a wall living here
If I left now what would I take
Nothing is the answer
I walk toward the West
To a place more familiar to me
Day #105 SJD
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