Flight

Were there a thousand places
I could depart to, I
Might find myself in stasis
Until I thought of why:
Why do I ever travel
What is the point of going?
Will some new plan unravel?
Are there new seeds I'm sowing?
In this case I am certain
I know just where to go;
Shall I part the curtain
And tell you what I know?
This blessing I'll discover:
I go to see my lover.