Different Lands

thousands of miles away,
hundreds of years apart,
faces begin to fade,
voices forgot from the start,
a life that doesn't end, in a world of mortality,
can't help but to descend into a world of depravity,
avoiding experiencing what we love to inflict on others,
do as they do, philosophise, create Gods and lovers,
cross the oceans, vast and ancient,
beneath the storms that are older still,
to different lands,
Strangers that pass by are distant,
embrace the new feeling of being non-existent,
masses of stars and grains of sand,
lost in the grasp of eternal ambivalence,
where you have no relevance,
in different lands.