I told you we're from two worlds,
revolving round different suns.


We all have past ideals. Suppressed, buried under piles of moving on.
Of late, by whatever means,
it suffices and you're overwhelmed.
One thing you've to know about ancient is,
It's like wind and it fades like dust.

All I can say is you'll have to ignore.
Or you'll build your roads on these scaffolds.
And you'll break apart.


We're from two worlds
yet we watch the same stars.