Down the road named thoroughfare
Where to go to
Why, whatever for
Other than in search of self
Beyond bodily behaviours
More than minds meanderings
Reason, for reason’s sake
In this the halfway mid-morning
No room to turn around
There is only forever onwards
Until you come upon a place
Which, without doubt
Is not the very place
That you had in your mind’s eye
Nevertheless it is, or seems to be
The very place where you have landed
But what’s that you say
Only for now, a transit stop
Somewhere on the way
To almost anywhere else in the world
Which, in and of itself
Would still not be the solution
For, without being at rest
There can be no resting place
