Victim of Lethologica

To Travel

My mind was too vast for this small town,

My dreams too big to be placed in lockdown.

I spun the globe and stopped it with a finger,

There wasn't going to be a place where I would linger.

My first stop; a cold known town of snowy land,

On top of mount Everest is where I stand.

My second, a small more illegalised place,

In my hand a joint, a map and a suitcase.

I have few belongings and even fewer friends,

A space in my heart wishes to make amends,

But that means I stop for a day, at least... or two,

Which is something I couldn't possibly do.

it's when I reach the city that never sleeps,

That my tears begin to fall and silently I weep.

My whole body yearns for the small little town,

That a time ago I looked over with a frown.

I turn around and come back the way I came,

To the tiny town from which I was given my name.

I needed to leave, to realise what I already knew,

My mind and my dreams belonged there too.