Oh itchy feet, please cut your wings.
I'm not ready for the next flight, yet.
Here is my soul, stuck in the broken dream it brings.
Though, 60D is now jumping with zest!
Yesterdays weren't enough,
For the most heart-stopping trips.
Starving, and singing as I cough up,
The last penny between my lips.
Travel buddy, I don't need,
For the next adventures in the south.
Courage and Fear as I bleed,
With every fake word from his mouth.
Patiently, patiently wait!
My backpack is on its way.
Come fly with my feet.
As we swept the whole world away!