Tripping All The Way....

Oh!

The heaven called Trip,

Or is it just the planning,

Which gives me the high,

Takes my breath away.

Is it the last-minute hurrying,

Or the days going in planning,

Which can I say,

Gives me the high.

What to take,

What not to take,

Is this enough,

Is this not?

The trip itself is immaterial,

Nor is the destination any important,

The very journey is the one,

Which makes me alive as someone.

So,

Let me feel alive for once,

Take every ounce,

Of my breath and feel,

The exhilaration of the fact,

That Tripping all the way,

Is more important than my end destination.