How are you doing?
How was jail?
What have you been doing since you got out?
Do you enjoy sitting around all the time?
What do you care about?
Why?
You’ve been a sentient being for 60 years now, what does this amount to?
Who are you?
What do you want to be?
Is this all there is for you?
Where the riverboat leads,
and the powerless give up,
And the refugee knows this is homecoming.
The ones bound to stay, and the people moving away.
Movement is a stones throwing.
Routes that are well traveled,
Grass trampled and earth down,
This is our meeting point.
This is our feeding ground.
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