Onism is wanting to be everywhere
but knowing you're trapped in one location
It's really not enough
to go on a vacation
I feel destined to travel
without knowing my destination
My whole body trembles
along with the roar of any station
the silence of a bus stop
the calamity of a terminal
the rocking of a ship dock
the feeling of a criminal
Joy of christmas morning
I'd trade my presents for a ticket
cruise to new adventures
hop around and find a place to kick it

For the time being I'm anchored
held back by a physical grasp
To everyone who's somewhere else
"What's it like?" is what I'd ask