Caught In The Web
“I want to travel like you … “, they say
But will not put their phones away.
“… Get lost amongst the wilderness.
But first I’ll check the GPS.”
They will not let themselves be free
To trust the signs from A to B.
“I want to be like you” they say,
“And freely roam where e’er we may
And sleep with the sun at the end of the day.
Booking.com will choose our stay.”
Pre-booked rooms come at a cost
As priceless camping-free is lost.
So rarely if I’m in a pair
Do we wait to see what’s there.
I like to be offline and free
With no blue arrows guiding me.
I wing it; travel on a whim,
Take risks, go out on a limb.
But wits aren’t needed on this run
My senses dulled and going numb.
Is saved because the net has found
The shortest way to get from here
To where we’d like to be quite near.
When one is lost in dead of night
The arrow is a welcome sight.
I’m happy having company
And like to share the world I see
But more and more I feel I’m led
To organise my ways instead.
Am I just a dinosaur?
And should I get more modern
Or head off on a solo track?
Or should I Hit The RIGHT Road, Jac?
They say they want to follow me
If only Google Maps agree.
No self-discovery on a whim
So I conceded and follow him.
TRAVERSE 100