I want to wake up to a new sunrise every day.
Let me taste a culture, let it be bittersweet on my lips,
As new terrains scar the soles of my boots.
I want a map with faded, ravished, old ink,
To guide me where to go, where to be, who to be.
Let it erase my regrets, let it create a new person.
All the past is gone; here’s to new beginnings.
I want  magnificent, sweeping adventures with my eyes open,
Waking to unfamiliar words, an unfamiliar life.
Give me restless cities, petite villages, rocky terrains.
As long as I am everywhere, my eyes will not sleep.