To be a tourist for life
Is all I dream of, day till night
Where all corners are charming and bright
And all encounters inviting, not a single strife

No sense of belonging nor entrapment
Come and leave as you please
Nothing to hold you back but the romantic breeze
Not a day left stagnant, anything can happen

There's always a door for the next escape
Always room for any silly possibility
Not a need to wish for invisibility
For a tourist is allowed to be of any shape

No partiality, bureaucracy, stress or heartache to kill
Good sleeps are all you ever need
Maybe a camera too, with a dash of zest to lead
Eyes and heart like empty pools ready to fill

As the prisoner of comfort reflected in the window
I close my eyes, dreaming to be awaken inside a flight
Towards a world where every second is worth a write
In a neverending journey to the shadows of an ideal tomorrow.

completed n posted 2am@22nd january 2016

the phrase 'tourist for life' suddenly invaded my mind while on the bus home after a long upsetting evening n even though i lose inspirations too easily...i made a point to remember this phrase till i could write and post it. and tadaa...shabby effort done in about an hour or a lil more....another hour of precious sleep wasted for nothing...haa.