Oh sweet wanderer,

breathless with wonder

in new corners and old castles and dusty bookshelves,

take me with you when you go.

You and I,

we were never made to have a home.

We were made to wander,

to fall apart and fall together,

to reach and never hold,

to seek and never find.

Oh traveler, our weary souls

rest only in motion-

in running fast and far we are complete,

in movement we can breathe;

under fading city lights and across open beaches and through a thousand different waterfalls.

So darling, take my hand-

take my hand and we’ll get lost together.


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