Traveller.

Lied down on the floor
Listening to some instrumental wordless music
Seeming to be asleep
but instead, I am dreaming
Wide awake,
but eyes closed tight;
I am just walking roads within my own mind.

Lied down on the floor
Artificial wind over me
The heat heightens
But the travelling goes on;
A dream that I feel I will never fulfill
Because it is all I want to complete my heart
right now.

Suddenly,
I open my eyes
with words in my mind,
The dream has disappeared,
even still, so fresh
my restless mind shows me that
I need to pack my things and get up,
come here to write what I had just been through
and it feels kind of good
because this is my way to show,
even being on this state of outer silence and inner struggle,
that I am, over all, a traveller.

This is the only thing never ending.