Travel

Road weary

I rest my head

In a humble hostel bed.

Nothing like the traveling days,

Expansive beauty in my gaze.

Imagining other modes of travel.

Missing horses,

Missing trains,

Looking forward to

my Tesla’s reigns.

No more running out of fear.

Only travel.

Never letting my mind

Unravel.

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