Everyone's done it
As natural as breathing air
Till it became a luxury
To be somewhere, no where and everywhere
Magellan's done it
And lived to tell the tale
Ibn Battuta wrote the books
That travelers triumph even if they fail
Then came the times
When people came to a sudden stop
When things came to them
And water through the earth as raindrops
Then the scale of the earth tipped
To Those who could whip the earth to their favour
While others waited till the scale tipped
Or they were given of the favour a flavour
Then pack the bags everyone does
Not for adventure or knowledge or such trivia
But to get that which is needed
To get that one chance, one chance to live
It looks like a small step for man
A giant leap because the earth is small
In a second, everything in the old land
Becomes musk as he nears a final call
And all who thought him stayed there beckon
That his very being stay where it is
And doesn't travel the distance
And be with others like him whom they don't want to be with
But there the grass grows greener
And every scene seeds itself into a stalk
Unlike travelers of old, every concession
Is just another path others refused to walk
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