is not enough
to grasp the wonders
of this world
Senses of five
will not suffice
to experience all colours
of this life
A glutton for new
scenes and the thrill
of meeting new people;
Oh, I'm full
when I am alive
in the wind that arise
from the pace that I move;
Yet my legs sometimes tied
by the chasm wide
in my wallet;
It's true;
But I shall find
a way to resolve
such a havoc
For the greed of the beauty
that God has made outside me.
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