My Travels

My travels start 

Right here 

Deep in my mind,

My travels take me just where

I please, I don’t have 

To leave my warm room.


My travels start,

Sixteen, sun

Beating down,

Sinatra’s crooning Jobim,

And I’m just dreaming of my

Great romance to come.


I don’t need a little ticket,

Tells me I can take the train,

I don't even to risk it, 

There’s no blistering sun,

Or driving rain,

And it’s here that I remain.


My travels end 

With a sweet 

And peaceful time,

I’ve found such sense deep within,

No more will I feel 

The need to go travelling again.


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