Traveling and Books

"Yesterday I flew with Ford Angelica
Today I travelled through Narnia"
That's what they all say

Here's not another generic poem
On travelling through pages,
and excaping life's cages

Cause in actuality
I am already a nomad in reality
Sometimes happy sometings sad,
Walking past people and places
From malls to classes
Past bluring hazy faces
Hello and goodbyes
I say to my co passengers
Reality is a series of fleeting moments
I am already voyaging
In everyday normalcy
A mundane eternity
Traveling through the same paths
Repeatedly

 When I read books
I am no traveller

I have finally come home.