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.
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