Endless travel can be tiresome
I long for a place to stop for a while
Rest my weary feet
Head and my heart
I may be drawing near that place soon
From out on the water
I feel so intrigued
To explore the city I draw upon
So many people
All Spira over
Gathered here
For one reason or another
My feet lead me here
To walk among the crowds
Though to avoid
Those who Go
I have no business with them
Until later
Inside the blue sphere
There I may make them remember my name
By the mark of the ball
In the net of their goal
The streets so full
The buildings so high
The voices so loud
I can rest for a while