Xenotopia

In the place with no two things the same –
Xenotopia may be the name –
Live many people from far and near,
Although not even one is from here.

You will wake each morning to new sights –
You decide if they’re frights or delights.
Nowhere you will find old friend or foe;
None can guess where overnight they go.

No sense of balance there to be found –
No well-known anchor on which to ground –
All points of reference are too dull
To catch on a bias in your skull.

Without a knowledge of commonplace –
No luxury of old thoughts to trace –
You must learn everyday anew;
You think that is something you could do?