astray

A subpar meter poem I wrote---when I was still a moody seventeen year old dealing with teenage angst---that never saw the light of day. I was really into the movie, Lost In Translation, during the time I wrote this and I figure that it relates to Persepolis pretty well, considering that Marjane was "lost in translation" when she went to Vienna having to adapt to a whole different culture.

Astray

Enter the night in a strange foreign land 

Seen through a glass as you watch the lights dance 

Feelings of buildings encumber your head 

Midnight arrival, you fall to your bed

Mundane affairs that you've done all before 

Lost in a world that's too vast to explore 

Peregrine dialects, labyrinths unsolved 

Blank is your face, but beneath you're appalled

Parallel others who share the same blight 

Roam through the city and luminous lights 

Taken amidst by the sight and the sound 

All that we need is now present and found

Broken by conflict, our peace now upset 

Sing with a voice full of loss and regret 

Further it worsens, alarms bring us back 

Held in each other, our time has now passed

Born in space crowded, depart all the same 

Gone in our ending, yet we still remain 

Moments connecting us, lost in the snow 

Translate our names just to scratch out our woes