
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
Instead