When I travel
It’s like walking through the door
Setting foot on my apartment floor
Airports, Bus stops
are the entrance gates
into my outbound real estate
I’m living midst the beauty of this earth
A place of invaluable worth
And as I’m walking down the hall
There’s foreign places behind every wall
I just step through a door
Discovering a spot I haven’t been before
Wandering from one room to the next
I rest in corners I like best
This world is full of hidden treasures
Limitless with indefinite measures
I turn and try to navigate
Through rooms which nature decorates
My bathtub is a lake
In hammocks I awake
My rooftop is a mountain
The shower is a water fountain
The hallway is a road
My bag is my wardrobe
The staircase is a waterfall
A river flows into the entrance hall
My backyard is the ocean front
I have everything I ever want
So when I fall asleep in starlit beds
I have no doubts, no worries nor regrets
Cause my journeys are my home
They are the place where I belong
©mywritingtherapy
