I try to keep pace with the riddles wrapped around your tongue in the hope it clears the fog that
hides your eyes from mine. In the space between the rumbles of your hunger for the world I
write you continents that feed those dreams. In the ache of itchy feet that long for adventure I
take the devil by the hand and leave my worry at the kerb. In the silence that says it will never be
enough I promise myself I’ll find an answer.