Time and Travel

The travels I've made in my heart cannot be surpassed by the real travels on road. I've seen a thousand places that has no address, no road can take you there. It remains hidden, just a secret passage through time I travel.
I've ridden these thoughts a million time. I dissected for answers and always end up with more questions. The truth is, the places I saw in my dreams were un-occupied beautiful and serene. Listening to Fleetwood Mac's As long as you follow - made me think of the west with rain drenched roads, wet and calling, mid-summer breeze brushing through as I ride the long road under a fulgent moon. But the truth is, the picture I painted was what I desired. I never found the place.
My travels in my heart will never end nor will the dreams. They don't have boundaries nor maps. I can sail whenever I want wherever I want and still the weather will do me good. My diaries will recollect the days through pages written by the hand of time. They true might fade away. I have a little girl to carry that torch. maybe she will see the dream and live through it. I'll dream for her.
But I'm done travelling. I just want to go home.