Wanderlust

Travelling
Is so incredibly appealing.

Freeing.
Just pack a bag
And step out your door.
Cut all ties.
Board a train
And let it take you anywhere.
You can be the mysterious traveller.
Staring into the distance,
Looking profound and in control
As you wonder what you're doing.
Or observe your fellow passengers,
Attempt (and fail at) Sherlockian deductions.
Strike up a casual dialogue,
The thrill of conversation with a stranger.

Then you arrive somewhere.
Step into the sea of people
All heading somewhere,
All with their own story.
You're an anonymous face in the crowd.
Someone might remember you
Offering help or
Wishing them a good day.
Not for long.

A new place,
A new life,
However temporary.
Fresh food for the soul and mind,
Your heart unburdened
Of its former troubles.

Running away
Is so incredibly appealing.