Travelers love more freely
We care more and less deeply
Guided by intuition and chance
We love with impulse in a glance
Feeling the energy of brevity and equally intensity
We must be escapist’s
But also perhaps we live fullest
Because as the plane leaves the ground and the ship leaves the port
Everything we thought was significant
Now becomes so small and so poor
I traded my house and my car for the places I’ve been
All of my possessions become unpossessed
The chaos of my suitcase
Is littered with glitter and with sand
Sometimes we live more richly and more poorly than those that we knew
Who bought boats stocks investment and homes
I am not sure what I even know or don’t.
The Silent Singer 