Tourist

We need to get away.

We are the native tourist,
Wondering around our home town,
Wondering how we've lived here all our lives.
We dream of a home in
A far away tourist
Hot spot,
Where we can hit the enter key
repeatedly
And key (keep) our life going.
While we stuff out faces with
'Delicacies' that make us gag.

We are the natural tourist,
Bored with our home town,
We wonder why
Our parents would settle
(For this)
Here
With the bland and the tired.
We save our money
And shop for hot weather
Even when it
Rains.
We need to get away.

We are the weather beaten traveller
(Tourists)
We are not afraid to
Walk,
To go (with the flow)
With out or to learn
The language,
But we return
To our home town
Before long,
Because we start
To hate the
'Exotic'
for being
Exotic.
We need to get away.

We are the familiar tourist,
We go far afield to
As many places
As we can
And stay in the same places
Each time
And buy our souvenirs
At the airport.

We are the wishful traveller,
Following the sun
Like a flower,
Always on the move,
With the cold on our heels
We need to be away.

We are all who can
afford to get away
From here,
But for now I'm dreaming
About being somewhere (else)

Reviews

[Cassidy Mask]

This is a rather spiffy write. Love it. :P xx