Do you feel the urge,
To go new places,
See beautiful things,
And fresh faces,
I dream of feeling,
The surface of the earth,
Around the world,
And knowing my worth,
Falling into new waters,
From the ocean to the sea,
Wrapped in liquid comfort,
Where it's good to be me,
I want fresh air,
To strike my cheeks,
And leave color in my face,
That'll last for weeks,
But mostly,
I just want to feel free,
Where nobody knows who I am,
And it's okay to be me.