“There is just something about travel, around the globe and guess in the future, space?” Gun Roswell

World Wide We Ride

Against the mundane grind
Do I daily fight
My Disappointment, trying hard to hide
When dull takes over there for the while
Cooking up, some kind of evil guile
To get on my face, a more permanent smile
But, before that time
I can only enjoy my precious archives
For only in my mind
Do I travel, world wide