To Travel.

Travelling is like sun to me,
But sadly not much of its light I see,

A long journey cut short,
A battle won but not fought,

Commuting alone, this highway may seem endless,
But this small infinite path relieves all stress,

The music plays like it has a mind of its own,
This mesmerizing view and beauty is surely found out of town,

It is not the destination that matters, but the lapsed time,
I enjoy, but again it is a thought of mine,

I am going somewhere,
But I am here,

My mind is full of thoughts,
One should travel no matter of what sorts.