It saddens me to know that I will never get to hear 
All of your lighthearted, yet strange witticism 
That you have gained in your extended travels and restless years
The abundance of stories your mind boasts still amazes me 
Even if heard more than once I still enjoy them, greatly 
It's an opportunity to relive and experience a piece of a life of a well made man

Sunshine on my face
Grass underneath my feet
I just want to be pure
People search for a better way
I just hope
Hope that my nerves won't be the death of me

I stumbled upon a chapel last night
Inside was a man with a mirrored face gesturing for me to enter
He does not speak but continues to motion and reflect my demeanour 
Hesitant to oblige, I survey the inner-workings of the religious structure
No where in my sight lies the truth
A building built on lies and stories
Fables and myths 
The man says " You feel lost little sheep, please flock to the power, for I am you, no longer shall you scour, you found yourself within these walls"
I reply 
" You are not me, you are a just a reflection, A manifestation caused by fears and I will make peace with what I am by searching inside of me 
Not flocking like sheep to a fabled entity"

The desire to travel starts at birth
Such a powerful and common dream
To explore the earth
From opening forbidden cupboards as a toddler
To learning a new drinking game in a hostel in Europe.
Travel is a necessity to life,
Living properly
Almost as important as breathing
And should be as exercised just as much.