Strange places I have been!
I looked on with rapt intrigue
Yet, everywhere is normal
And everyone is home
It was springtime, in October
Steering wheels were on the right
Tongues and names I couldn’t utter
Strange places I have been!
A rickshaw struggled up a steep incline
Bloody meat hung in the marketplace
Barefoot children begged, persistent peddlers pleaded
I looked on with rapt intrigue
I didn’t know to keep my taxi window closed
Too naïve to tip discreetly or at all
I ogled at the sight of daily life
Yet, everywhere is normal
Life goes on, I fly away and leave them
Their hardships, trivial joy, and hourly pursuit
All make up the life, the only life they know
And everyone is home
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