This is where the forces meets.
This is where the roads unwind,
In a pool of many streets.
Walking through the city gate,
I expected people here,
Not this silent, lonely fate…
All have left, I am too late.

All the houses in this town
Have a dead and empty look.
Bolted doors, and blinds are down.
Alley, lane and avenue…
Streets leads on to different futures.
Which one, I do not have a clue.
Make a choice, and follow through…

- Inkalill

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