I do not know your shape, I do not know your face, but I bet it’s more than good Enough for me.
I do not know where you have been, or what you have seen.
I do not know what you have said and done.
I do not know your tongue, I do not know your song, but I bet the tune is nice Enough for me.
I don’t know your laws, or if I will get time to adjust, How much I should pack, or if I better rush, but does it even matter? I know my course; I am no stranger to new shores.
And yet! Forgive me, Curiosity is a nag; Impatience, as usual, tags along. Can I find the answers in your dawn?
How do the flowers grow where you are?
Does the night sky leave space for the stars?
Is there much to see and left to do?
Or can I finally rest and enjoy the view?
Are the folks nice to you? Do you love them all the same? Do you have room enough for me?
