Travel, Manifestation, Resilience, For Mercy

Mercy, I can sense the itch in your sneakers that propels your gait's rapid pace to and fro all over this big blue ball's gleaming face—by jets and wheels and soles you feed your soul with miles, with different flavors of air from various climes, and I know you've had far from your fill. I can tell you're too clever to settle for clever little lines about the millions of miles you travel in that line around the sun in orbit with the rest of us—no rest for you, your resilience in the face of such funny business is what puts you a step ahead...and for that I commend you, and send you off with this meager passport from the geography of one poetic mind one stop along your way.