The Dream.

I think I'd like to be a traveller someday.

I want to be by myself

with nothing but a moleskin notebook

and a well-worn backpack.

I want to travel the dirt roads, 

hell, maybe not even dirt roads

I'd settle for an uneven forest path.

I want to be in a strange place,

no, not strange, just new,

and focus on the air in my lungs

and the scenery around me.

I want to be free 

from all technology,

from all prejudice,

I want to just be.