The places we may go,
do not determine what we know,
though they may just show,
all of the things we don't.

Those who travel,
are sometimes only running.
They aren't always looking,
for a place which is stunning.

Though we, can never see,
what it takes, to live, or be,
in someone else's shoes.
Cause we can't always tread along,
the path which we would choose.

We are, leaves in the wind.
Our colors may change,
but we can never be pinned,
to stay in one place.
These dreams, we chase,
are filled with tasks, to face,
and the elements around
are what set the pace,
of this race,
in which everyone, must place.