Enter a place,
a place where they don't belong,
a place not rightfully theirs.
They looked different,
the difference in perspective,
they had come from years away,
years from where they lived.
This isolated place,
where was it?
The sight was hazy,
their thoughts were nebulous.
Their vision was blurred,
not a clue they had about the place they entered,
this was the world,
this is the world,
a vision, a sight, a smell, a taste blurred,
it has to be discovered,
if not discovered it always remains an image blurred,
a place unknown,
the nebulous vast world.
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