Not My Land

The nights and the days,
They are the same;
The music you hear, the same stale band.
But this is not where you stayed,
This is a void you do not understand.
What led you here?

Where you come from,
The stars were different,
The sun gave a darker tan;
The bedouin do not for long linger,
On this dust and this sand.
What led you from there?
To this faraway mundane land.

What led you?
When you had such makings of a distinct brand.