In the arms of distant travel there’s a stranger
Promising a land of faraway, a gentle mask
To all the dreams of yesters unaccomplished,
To all the hidden questions left unasked.
In that journey of a thousand million wishes,
Soft upon a dream that never was,
There are faces that, as yet, are undistinguished
Biding time, for me, in just because,
Upon a place and medium I cannot know
For time and space and distance choose the ways,
Adventure of the spirit seeks a passage
And ticket is a willingness to pay
The price of what I have before me in this present,
Faced with comparisons I cannot do without.
There’s a life and world I never lived but cherished
In the worlds within the worlds of here and doubts.