Lonely Traveller

It is all good and well

To want to be a free spirit

To remain nowhere

To leave everywhere

Without a trace

 

But what they don’t tell you,

The writers

The adventurers

The bohemian tornadoes that blow from city to city

Is that travel comes at a cost

Far greater than that of a passport and plane ticket

 

Travel is also lonely

Everyone you melt into is only temporary

As shortly you must evaporate

And become one with the wind once again

So that you can be in your next destination

 

You hear music that only you can hear

And colours so rich that no camera can seem to comprehend

 

And at the end of it all,

When you have finished making the bed that isn’t yours

And you say goodbye to the final set of white sheets

From the hostel you will never return to

You return

And you would think that would be the end

Of the loneliness

But then people start asking,

 

“How was it?”

“What did you do?”

 

And you are left tongue-tied

With no language to describe the whirlwind that has shifted your life completely

 

“I guess you just had to be there”

Is the only thing that can be untangled from your vocal chords

Amongst the intertwining pleads of vibrancy

And sparks

That demand to be heard

But can’t seem to be liberated from your mind

 

And you are left lonelier than before