Travel

People my age are traveling the world while I travel my mind 

Writing down those thoughts that love to haunt at the wrong time and turn them into rhymes 

Trading in those Corona's with lime into a cup of coffee so I can have more energy to climb through the vines of my thoughts 

Hoping someone can relate to my inner demons and realize the pen and paper is the spell that can free them 

So I guess you can say I'm always on vacation because my mind is always in rotation 
Landing in different stations of emotional nations that become written translations 

I write about the sad 

I write about the good and also the bad

My mind is on autopilot and i cant help but try to fight it 

Maybe someday ill be in control and write about how I hijacked the cockpit and took hold of its course

But for now I am a passenger writing away the remorse