​We are tourists in this strange land – 

Down old worn cobble streets, 

We are guided by a strange hand, 

Not led on by our feet. 
We are tourists in this strange land, 

With our heads lost,  stuck in maps, 

We are guided by a strange hand, 

Through our lows and our mishaps.
We are tourist in this strange land, 

So lost,  so out of place, 

We are guided by a strange hand, 

That brought us face to face. 
We are tourists in this strange land, 

In a city wild,  unknown, 

But we’re guided by a strange hand, 

You and I are not alone. 

Kevin Brown © 18.09.2016

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