My stomach is upset
Because of restless nights.
I take my seat and peep through the window.
My eyes full of hope.
My nerves sitting on my throat.
I am not familiar with the destination
But I keep going anyway.
This trip could make me or break me.
They call it ‘The City of Gold’
I wonder if I will be able
To dig deep into hard soil.
And come back with my stone of gold.
I will create a necklace for my mother.
And design a ring for the love of my life.