Short Story: Far Away?

Short Story: Far Away?

Faraway places? I've been to a few, in my mind, in my dreams; fantasy.

I've been to Morocco, my tan to renew, and France, on a day-trip to see

the culture, and taste some cuisine, as a child, and Holland took three days in all.

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That last was the pits, smelling other folks' sick on the trip on the boat, there and back.

It just wasn't worth it; the trip wasn't quick, and hour after hour 'in the sack'.

The boat rocked and rolled; all night it went wild, yet I kept my food down with the gall.

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I've been to the Isle of Wight; seen Black Gang Chine, but honestly don't feel enriched

by the mem'ries of any of these; - I don't pine, as others may think, to be ditched

in yet more foriegn places; be they fair, be they mild; I prefer just to dream for my thrall.

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In my mind I fly further than Tensing could roam; in my dreams I am cosmic'ly free,

'though my body now stays firmly ensconced at home, my imagination just transports me,

and I write down my fantasies, or paint is piled into murals I paint on my wall.

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It's lazy perhaps, but I watch the telly, where vast lands and seas are explored

by the active and strong, who have more 'welly' than ever I had, when I toured.

These, for me, are adventure enough, and they're filed in my memories for my recall.