We all have baggage
that keeps us grounded,
suitcases overfilled with
secrets and fears.
We hit turbulence
when we try to scrap the sky
or waste time sight-seeing
and miss our flight.
We stay cornered in
one-way and dead-end streets,
in backseats of slow taxis,
unable to make any progress.
We fall for tourist traps,
photo ops, and souvenir stores
forgetting they are meant to steer
us away from our destination.
But despite it all,
the impersonal hotel rooms,
the lonely, unfamiliar towns,
we must carry on with our lives.