I've never been here before.
These streets are as new to me as their  
Nameless talking faces.

The ground here knows not my feet.
The water I drink has never
Tasted my mouth,

Nor the air I breathe my lungs.
All things the same, but different;  
Impossible to fully recognize.

We see the world, not as IT is, but as WE are.

I've never been here before.
I've seen similar. Years ago, before all
The growing happened.

This was home once. Now it's that of
Others, and behind that tree I saw my
Younger self playing.

A complete little stranger.