On a trip well planned when most

On A Trip Well Planned
When Most Of The Hours
Are Spent Inside The Car
Where You Dream
About What Lies There
On The Place Of Your Destination
Some Flowers
And Treks On Mountain Trails
And Bridges
And Rivers Where You Look Down Below
Cloud-Filled Skies
And Big Mountains With Enormous
Shadows And Cold Places
At Their Peaks
You Find Rest Somewhere
On A Rock Under A Big Pine Tree
High On This Plateau
Where You Can See
The Green Valley Below
You Think Of Home
Your Bed And Your Room
And The Poetry Books
And Some Love Poems
Of Friends That You
Miss Reading
You Realize You Are Getting Old
And Your Taste For The World Has Gone Cold
Inside Another Long Journey Is Waiting
And You Think It Is More Exciting