They don’t know that one day he might leave

To a foreign place with both fear and a new beginning

The voice inside him says he must suffer the baptism of the unknown

The familiar and constant, the unease and discomfort, at least they will be new

He probably won’t though

Inertia and the familiar are both adhesive and demanding

But they don’t know sometimes his fast feet point in another direction

And he talks to his feet in his head

And stays


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