Creative Travel

I left myself along the way. At a place I could not stay. To slip and slide outside the past. Succumbing to a spell I cast. Breathing in a mystic air. Looking round while I just stare. Through windows into open doors. Sailing ships to long lost shores. While clocks keep ticking on the wall. You travel in a timeless stall. And you come back to realize. A magic journey is the prize.