I am out of places, I am out of sight, I have been to mountains, And twilight so bright.
I have seen all lakes, And rivers of fast flow, I have walked through plains, And lanes that glaringly glow.
I have already seen, Those celestial starry nights, And have I also been, To boundless colossal skies.
One path over here, And a way long there, Whom do I choose, Which one do I adhere.
The smell of something strong, The smell of petrichor, It awakens my soul, In the wake of a downpour.
I can run to the horizon, And come back to where I am, I have seen all places, I have been to where I can.
Only if my mind, Was a city of light, Where I could find, My soul with delight.
I could get lost, In the vastness untold, I could have mused, All the memories so old.
I could have been, A rider of the unbidden, I would have been, A passenger of the hidden.