We all yearn for that foreign land
of which we might call paradise.
As if our land is not big enough
to find an excuse to explore.
How I wish I had traveled more
— my feet should have walked some more
— pedaled my way to unknown places
that my mind has never crossed into.
Let me have those wings to fly
despite my fear of falling down.
My dreams will catch me on my drop.
They’ll always catch me, this I know.
Return to me — ghosts of places,
where I can still feel you
in my arms, your hands
that reach my consciousness.