Travel is often a means of escaping…
Escaping the day to day routine, the responsibilities, and even escaping the demands of relationships…albeit temporarily. Why do we often flee in search of answers, in search of adventure, in search of ourselves? Is it really true that through travel we can discovery the person we really are or maybe the person we long to be?
Away from everything old to seek something new
Wandering souls, only connecting with a few
Introspection and constant reflection
Where is this place they all mention?
A fabricated world they would all create
Every post, collage and status update
As I am stuck with the stares and narrow winding streets
Becoming accustomed to looking at my feet
A foreigner intruding on something in this homogeneous land
I continue on to the next destination, ticket in hand.