In a world where wanderlust implores,
and the thrill of adventure knocks on weary doors,
that sweet escape can change into burdens unsure.
In meticulous detail, I plan my retreat,
painting each moment, a canvas to greet.
I sketch out my journey to ease my anxious mind
always needing to know what joys I might find.
Maps unfurl like secrets, each place a lure,
What sights shall I cover, what paths hold allure?
An urge to taste life, to breathe in the sights,
yet gnawing doubts flit like moths in the lights.
What clothes to choose? An echoing task—
Will friendly t-shirts be enough to bask?
My suitcase a puzzle, with options galore,
yet childlike wonder drives me to explore.
A digital maze of apps and codes unfurl,
for a heart that adores the old-fashioned swirl.
Oh, cash, once my sidekick, where have you fled?
In scanned menus and screens, old pleasures lay dead.
Though deep down I sense, as my journey grows near,
my worries will vanish like mist in the clear.
So here’s to adventure beneath the warm sun,
with camera in hand, I’ll capture the fun.
Amid all the planning, the heart knows its role -
to leap into newness, to dance with the soul.
With laughter as currency, I gather my gold
through the magic of travel my spirits unfold.