Journey

When you see the world in your palms, 

You wouldn’t want to journey much around. 

You miss the interactions, the reality,

The world in your palm is all vanity. 

You gaze the sun, in a chilled room, 

No heat on your skin, 

No sweat on your brow. 

You gotta feel the sand in your shoes brother, 

I hope you find the way through the dark paths, 

See it with your eyes, taste, hear and feel. 

Most importantly talk to people, negotiate deals 

It’s all about the experience brother, 

I hope you do it before the maggots get to you.