This must be the place

I am like a seafaring snail

Who carries its home on its back

Every few months I set sail

And barely have time to unpack

I've scoured the earth far and wide

In search of a place to belong

I get washed ashore by the tide

But never end up staying long

And though it is some place out there

My eden is yet to be found

So I cruise down the road to nowhere

Hoping it's head homeward bound

One day I shall open a door

And a grin will spread over my face

Triumphant, I'll let out a roar:

"At long last, this must be the place!" By Phoebe Eddleston

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