Travel makes me nervous, it makes me feel sick
Long unyielding hours, they're a sick little trick
Anticipation does not quell my anxiety, I am troubled and bothered by the rocking and over filled capacities. Flights are rocky, stale and stinky
And people are rude in the tubes that fly in the sky, concerned about their own selves and their own anxiety
I dont like the headache or ringing in my ears
I dont like the stale air or the person kicking my chair
My skin goes dry and so does my hair
The journey is worse than the destination, I fear but how else do you get there?
At least in car rides you have your own bubble, your own world to insulate and hours to speculate
Sometimes the journey is part of the cost, a path we must take, no matter the personal loss.
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Poetry Journal for Wandering Feet
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