When we grow up,
we make a decision to travel.
Not because we’re bored and give up,
but we have a need to explore.

We will not forget where we come from,
we just expand our places to call home.
We will not lose our brothers and sisters,
as long as we’re all connected by rivers.

We sometimes restrict ourselves,
We believe we belong in a house, under a roof.
But sky is a greater roof,
we live in the same home with roses and wolves.

So I travel and I explore,
until both my feet be sore,
and my eyes be tired,
because no sight is deformed.

And when I finally rest under a big tree,
I will smile because I’m free.
Free from what has been chaining,
I’m ready for a new beginning.

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