Somewhere Else
It really cannot be denied that home is where you're at your
best.
To do some work or think a bit or simply to lie down and
rest
You understand exactly where your every last possession
lives
And give or take a day or two when George the budgie's
birthday is.
But sometimes when I close my eyes and wallow
in this Shangri-La
I can't escape that in the past I've traveled
well and traveled far.
And trying hard with all my might to paint
those days as black as pitch
I fail, and once again I feel that
old familiar travel itch.
So let us say we'll take a trip to
somewhere nice that we might choose
And equally we should decide
which mode of transport we might use.
Walking, if it's not too
far, or if it is we'd take the plane
Or drive there in our modest
car or take the bus or ride the train.
On most occasions I
would think a combination of these modes
Would serve us in a
useful mix of feet and air and rails and roads.
So starting with
an open mind and pen and paper close at hand.
I weigh the
options one by one and so begins a master plan.
I write down
"walking" for a start but very quickly realise
It isn't really
practical with cases of the usual size.
With many many miles to
cross, no matter how one perseveres,
To try to do it all on
foot, well frankly it would take us years.
Instead a journey
on a bus is something I might well have planned
They go to every
town and village spanning right across the land
But riding in a
public bus can often make you feel unwell
Not least because their
toilet drains are guilty of a funky smell.
A better option
comes to mind that's innocent of noxious airs
A motor car goes
anywhere, without the need for paying fares
Alright that's hardly
fair you say, and blatantly misleading talk
The price of fuel
nowadays is fit to make a banker walk.
A train is yet
another means to get you to your chosen place
Which opens up
another can of problems you might have to face.
With strikes and
engineering works to make us stamp and swear and cuss
And then to
make it even worse we're back to riding on the bus.
The
ultimate in travelling is riding in a silver plane
It gets you
anywhere you wish and then it brings you home again
But oh that
endless airport maze and luggage that may go astray
And crawling
through security will ruin any holiday
So in the end I stay
at home resolved to not go anywhere
I put my special headset on
and settle in my comfy chair.
I visit YouTube's many sites
regardless of legality
And travel anywhere I like in Virtual
Reality.
Copyright Allan Bantick January 2018