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Other cities call to you,
and you will live there.
You will do your best thinking
on subways you once couldn’t navigate
and meet someone sweet under unfamiliar streetlamps
just when you thought
no one would find you here.
You will tire of drinking your morning coffee
with their cheek on your shoulder.
You will tire of your sheets tangled around their knees.
A softness falls in the mornings you shared with them.
A tender love for new streets becomes a grid.
And you will move again.
It’s not about finding the one thing you need.
The world turns under your feet
and your only job is to turn with it.
Search without settling.
Strap on your backpack full of uncertainties.
Refuse to be certain,
put on your shoes and start walking.