A room full of amber is new to me.
So is the presence of another —
For I feel o so out of place here;
Wherever here may be.
But an air of unfamiliarity is nothing new
To one as old as I —
A traveler of face and place.
A thousand patricians sing a song of Old World fame with lips wide.
Still, I am unaware of this place and nameless face I bear.
I am evidently not from around here - or so I'm told, as strangers watch on
With glazed eyes and indistinguishable faces that silently scream, begging for my removal.
An unwelcome guest to a backwards land of the final ring.
To which I submit.