I long to find the line,
that marks the edge of the world,
it’s hidden in a nook,
where no one dares to go,
past the Eiffel Tower,
beyond the London Eye,
are the secrets that I,
long to make secrets no more,

but here’s the thing, dear reader,
what I long isn’t the line,
it’s the journey that will take me away,
to a different life,
a life beyond the city lights,
where society is and forever will be irrelevant,
a life of learning and discovering,
a life of ceaselessly moving,

because life stops for no one,
and humans are a part of life,
and so I am life,
and so I won’t stop,
moving
discovering
until I find,
hidden in a nook,
past the Eiffel Tower,
beyond the London Eye,
the edge of the world,
where I will gladly die.