We are the ones who move in the in-between—  
The wanderers, the restless observers.  
Those who take desire paths,  
Who find beauty in the ever-unfinished city,  
In the messy brilliance of living.  

We honour the cities that shape us  
And the journeys that connect them.  
Where borders blur,  
And every street, every skyline,  
Becomes part of a global playground.  

We are wound to a rhythm, not a routine.  
The pulse of a new city, the language of the unknown.  
The handshake, the shared glance,  
The sunrise you never planned to see.  

We choose discovery, not distraction.  
The real, not the filtered.  
The worn-in, not the throwaway.  

We don’t wear time. We move through it.  
Every mark, every scuff—  
Proof we’ve traveled, tried, failed, started again.  
A record of where we’ve been,  
A reminder to keep moving. 

Lacité.  
Global Playground Ready.