In the whisper of the morning breeze,
I hear the call of distant lands,
A gentle urge that never ceases,
To leave behind familiar sands.

The road ahead is vast and wide,
Lined with dreams yet to unfold,
Memories packed, I step outside,
Into the new, the brave, the bold.

Each step a dance with the unknown,
Where shadows fade and hopes ignite,
In every moment, seeds are sown,
For futures bright, with endless light.

Yet in my heart, a tender ache,
For what is left, for what is lost,
But courage grows with each bold break,
For dreams pursued, no matter the cost.