fruitless travel

i want to go to a place that doesn't exist.

i want to go to a place that will never come.

i want to go to a place that is nowhere.

 

Or maybe i don't want to go to a place.

 

Maybe i just want to go

And let the wind whip my hair endlessly,

Smell the salty air,

And stare up at the ever-changing sky.

 

Maybe all i want,

Is the travel,

For no destination.

Posted in response to the challenge Sail.

nimbostratus

NY

15 years old

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