In the heartbeats of foreign lands, I roam,
Chasing horizons where the sun meets the sea,
Every step a verse, every breath a home,
In whispers of winds, my soul dances free.

The mountains call with their silent grace,
Their peaks a testament of time’s gentle hand,
I trace their echoes, in their shadowy embrace,
A traveler lost, yet perfectly planned.

Rivers weave tales of forgotten dreams,
Their currents sing songs of ancient lore,
In their reflections, the world softly gleams,
A mirror of journeys, forevermore.

Beneath the stars, where stories unfold,
I find solace in the night’s quiet gaze,
In every journey, new tales to be told,
A wanderer’s heart in endless praise.