Travelling
As I move from pillar to post
The people all look the same
Bags always to many, and to
big
Sweaty hot and scruffy
Running for a late train or
flight
Kids always causing a fuss.
The human race is on the
move, consuming as they go.
As I leave England again for
some glamour place,
Florida, Delaware, New
Jersey, Brooklyn, Toronto, Paris or Barcelona.
The irony of living out of
boxes
And sleeping on a sofa
Never fails to make me smile.
On the outside its all
experience,
Good for the soul is travel.
On the inside!!!!
The irony makes me scream and
cry with frustration.
Is there somewhere for me, to
stop, to breath.
Somewhere to place my world,
Somewhere, somewhere!!!
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