The paths I’ve taken
all etched in my skin.
Every mark and scar
shows where I’ve been.
Who knows where I’ll go
at the end of my days.
There are so many directions,
there are so many ways.
Only I have the choices in life
to stay or leave.
My life is the adventures
that I make on my journey.
The world is only
an arm’s length away.
Mapping my destiny,
fulfilling my wanderlust
The road to my heart
Forget every fortune teller,
Be your own story teller.
Live a life of your dreams.
Explore the mountains,valleys,
beaches and streams.
Treasure memories, not things.
Free of clutter, live the joy it brings.
Travel far and wide…
Your soul is your guide!
Travel is my life-line
That’s what keeps me fine
It runs in my blood
I do it as much as I could
Gives me experiences
Makes me mend my fences
Yes, I am a travelholic
My refreshing energy tonic.
Travel is a part of me.
Travel is in my veins.
Travel…
It gets under your skin.
Every place I’ve been became a part of me.
Is that a road map or a life line?
It’s probably possible to live without travel,
but I wouldn’t want to try.
The veins, arteries, crevices
and wrinkles on our bodies,
reflect the journeys of our lives
like the serpentine twist
of highways on a map.
Behold the stories they tell.
Mapping out my life,
extending an open hand to adventure,
experiences, and places
yet to be discovered.
This map is a symbol
of where I have been.
It’s everlasting echoes
carved in my skin.
Whenever I feel lost
or in despair
I raise my arm up
high up in the air.
This painful reminder
created with blood ink
from my vein
Something I did
when I was out of my brain.
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