A poem.

  The curse of the wind
Of the path
of everything;
The very thing that makes you stay in bed.

  It's with the swelling of your heart
And the choking of your breath
thinking this is all that got me out of bed.
This is all that's worth it in my head.

And as you leave
you can't believe
out of all that you have seen
That it's this stupid word again that you have said:

Oh Goodbye,
So good to know you,
I have to see you all again!
Come to Australia - it's not far -
  (Though the futures even further...)

  For when you travel on the road
There is one thing no one knows;
When your going
 and to where
What our destiny should bear !?

The real question one does wonder
is what awaits me there?
Why'd it choose me, etc
And the traveller forgets too see
The absolute stupidity of travelling searching
round so dumb
Photographing what will never come again
For searching always searching round
and losing all these things you've found
And incidently making them lose you.

The traveller is on the run
From love and loyalty
All for the fun
of searching searching
learning more
of someone else's stupid war
  And loving all the deep and meaning
To which you'll have to say again

Oh Goodbye,
So good to know you,
I have to see you all again!
Come to Australia - it's not far -
  (Though the futures even further...)

And as you leave,
you can't believe.
After of all that you have seen
It's this stupid useless word you've said
This word you've used before and swore
You'd never again
You'd rather die
You'd rather not have said hello at all!
Than say this stupid word again
Goodbye.