[Poem] The World in a Backpack

With worn-out soles and a curious gaze,
I wander roads in foreign dazes.
A backpack strapped, a world to see,
Just me and freedom, wild and free.

The train that rattles, whistle's cry,
Carries me beneath a foreign sky.
A cozy hostel, laughter's sound,
With fellow travelers, stories found.

The kindness shared, a helping hand,
In lands I don't understand.
The taste of dishes, strange and new,
A kaleidoscope of flavors, too.

From bustling cities, grand and tall,
To quiet villages, where shadows fall.
The world unfolds, a vibrant scene,
A tapestry of what has been.

And though I yearn for home at times,
The journey's magic, brightly chimes.
For in this dance, with map and quest,
I find a piece of myself, at rest.