You have work to do today, it’s what you do.
You drive to the office after you put on your shoes.
But what if you could travel the world instead?
Off to new city scapes and new cultures ahead.
Travel the ocean seas, clearing yourself from the fog.
Get lost in the sand, the dirt, the earth that you’re on.
Triumphs, defeats, nothing feels fresher than the breeze running up your spine as you're beneath the trees.
And the computer couldn’t come on this journey, neither your phone.
You couldn’t afford to tug them along wherever you may go.
Now you're back in your office, you open your eyes, sitting in a chair, staring at a screen.
Hoping that one day, someday, “this might be me.”