Do not ask me what it is,
this constant urge to travel,
this need for new cities and horizons,
strange accents and food,
places to lose myself in.
It is not a discontent.
Life here and now, in this moment,
is as good as a man could ask.
I am known, just enough,
love more than I deserve
and the coffee in the morning diner is superb.
No, it is not discontent.
But still, I live in a restless place, with
a constant hunger to see what I have never seen
for no other reason than it helps me see
where I live in new ways, making life
forever a wonder.