On Travel

This is land your feet has never seen

You're on the wrong road; a detour

But a strange place is a new romance

Scary and pretty

Well, take in the vanilla concrete

Or the paper green butterflies

Shyly peer at strangers in shoddy shops

A random man will think you peculiar

You, giggling from the thrill

Make mental notes of pointless things

Like high cream buildings vainly hiding

behind red scaffolding

as though bashful of its contemporary structure

Or two dandelions in a patch of mud

Waiting for a wish and some breeze,

Just like you in this city

You won't admit, but

Time doesn't matter till you start

to count it

It's 3:30, it's dawn, it's half past The End

What do you care.

Cars are humming, do a little dance!

You're so small it couldn't get better

Inhale the absurdity of it all,

carelessly caring is a gift not many have

When you get tired and your feet whimper softly,

aching for familiarity and sleep,

Go home. Lie down.

When you close your eyes, the magic will return

Mossy brick-wall, street light, fog over people.

And if it doesn't, there are new places;

Everywhere, so many of them

Infinite, calling you.

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-samjam

idk what to name this poem, although I love it. Please drop suggestions for the title in chat or comments or through whatsapp or something. Best entry gets to be title and a special drawing okie? okay toodles!