Travelling alone, 

there’s not much that’s better.

Like engrained in your bones,

who knows it’s my only sweater?

But then comes a time,

like a broken fuse,

your mind a crime,

without a perpetrator to choose.

You feel restless and weak,

sad and incomplete.

Your decisions look bleak,

and there’s no comfortable seat.

These moments can be rough,
and you say there’s an answer.

But you catch your own bluff;

it’s a fast spreading cancer.

You must simply be quiet,

and listen to your senses.

Rid the stress - cry it,

and learn from it, like an apprentice.