As traveler sired from the earth,
all the blings are waste and nature a beauty.
The allure of turquoise lake is more painful than pigeon blood Ruby.
Tied down in a super-mean shackle ,
Its all modern, for the chains are invisible
Why do I dream of the fiery frigid Pangong Tso,
When I could be there, all sweat and blood.
Why I tatter away at the silly little machines,
Just for a ch-ching once in 30…
I think of matrix,transformers, StarWars and what not
The machines are the villains, cant you see that!
(except Wall-E and Eva, for I just love those two,
And maybe my laptop, I do adore him too)
I am trapped. My captors are smart,
Human body is durable, sadly the mind is not.
Now my mind is become a prick, with a silly question that goes ‘what if’?
That stops me from packing up and becoming a nomad .
Let me tell you, man is born to travel.
Take a tour around the world and that will keep you busy.
By the time you do a lap, you will find someone pretty.
Visit your pet places, as two then maybe three and four.
And when you are back, you will be agitated no more.
The earliest way of life, old is gold they say,
Bet they are right.
Only if the mind heeds to what the heart already knows,
It’s destiny, don’t give me the high-brow bro.