Frantic rush to get away from it all
snap shut the suitcase lid
on the daily frustrations,
seeking escape by moving on,
searching out new places, new sights,
new sounds, new feelings,
till travel becomes an end in itself
the journey its own justification.
Mad dash down the motorway,
tantalising wait in traffic jams
a struggle to escape from thinking
by moving on.
Never realising – or never admitting –
that it simply can’t be done.