Peculiar air to fill my lungs
While the tales of the ancient fill my ears
A foreign taste to select on my buds,
An unknown land, is what my feet yearn.
For my eyes to see what my mind has dreamed,
And my heart to fall madly in love with a world unexplored.
In every new place, in every unfamiliar face,
In every packed suitcase,
My soul is home.