An ode to travel
Travel my friend, it’s been far too long
I miss you, do you think about me often
I see you in every waking moment.
It gives new lens to my eyes even at home
Where can I go who can I be
It really doesn’t matter when I travel I am the me est me.
I want your beauty your wonder your awe
I want to lose my words and my breath
I want to see your offerings and your people
They are all amazing in different ways
But most of all I am from you and of you
No mountain too tall no village too small.
I don’t care I want to see it all.
I belong to the world.
