You said, "I will go to another land, I will go to another sea. <br />Another city will be found, a better one than this. <br />Every effort of mine is a condemnation of fate; <br />and my heart is -- like a corpse -- buried. <br />How long will my mind remain in this wasteland. <br />Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look <br />I see black ruins of my life here, <br />where I spent so many years destroying and wasting." <br /> <br />You will find no new lands, you will find no other seas. <br />The city will follow you. You will roam the same <br />streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods; <br />and you will grow gray in these same houses. <br />Always you will arrive in this city. Do not hope for any other -- <br />There is no ship for you, there is no road. <br />As you have destroyed your life here <br />in this little corner, you have ruinded it in the entire world.<br /><br />Constantine P. Cavafy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-city/
