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Whose land is this you ask
Yours or mine
I feel a thousand different things
As answering this question
Is tough I find

I believed I read
That we were once just strangers
United by the knowledge
That we are after all, humankind

That we could look different
And be born on different lands
Miles and seas apart
And yet through our existence
Realize how - of a much bigger plan,
we are just tiny parts

I dream of entering worlds unknown
Of knowing cultures different than mine
In the pursuit of something different
In becoming everything I could find

I have indeed realized the more I see
That what I dreamt about need not be an unrealized fantasy
As amongst the thousands I speak to
I feel one, with only a few
And funnily they might just be
On a side of the globe
Which rises awake when I dream of meeting it every night

So let me know you and walk hand in hand
And don't scare me with these weird rules
And these lines you draw
Between your land and mine

For the more you talk about
whose land this is
Yours or mine
The more absurd your question, I find.

Lessons in history

You can stay stuck in beautiful worlds that have past
Trying to create an impression that beyond time, some things do last
But what about the true gaping holes you see
When you realize your thoughts are just an illusion, just fantasy?


You could choose to remain in the after-the-fact galore
And forget what truly made things turn sour
But what is the guarantee that you will not remember the various lows
In what you make yourself believe was the perfect show?


You could choose to cling on, with that desperate feeling
And make a habit of it, get your mind reeling
With happy memories, moments of the past
But how long will you stretch an illusion, when somethings aren't just meant to last?


You can hide in the pretty blankets of memories, for the known is always comfortable and caring
For even if its full of thorns, the familiarity it brings seems worth having
But little do you know what's right in your face, what could be a new ride, and maybe a better one
If only you let go, and open your soul to another one


For what is the past's worth, if it only closes new doors with secrets unknown
What is the use of being someone new yet living in lost memories
The world embraces easily and forgives more than you think

If only, you realize the now is worth much more than the past can bring
For the present moment is simply, everything.