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lucky i'm leaving in seven days.
yes lucky i'm leaving.
if i weren't, i am not sure
i would try to try to do
anything to make me feel so something
as i would in leaving.
lucky i'll be there in seven days,
yes, be there and not here.
but chance it if i should not
make it there to taste it
to uncover what it is
that i should like so much to define as is
chance that i should get there
fret there strut and fret there
and not touch that which
i thought i might, i could,
smell and see or try there
it's just lucky that i'm leaving. yes.
because i guess it might convince me
that i may not need convincing.
nor discovery. nor Luck.
that it might be ever better not to lean on luck at all.
"Travelling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican, and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
yes lucky i'm leaving.
if i weren't, i am not sure
i would try to try to do
anything to make me feel so something
as i would in leaving.
lucky i'll be there in seven days,
yes, be there and not here.
but chance it if i should not
make it there to taste it
to uncover what it is
that i should like so much to define as is
chance that i should get there
fret there strut and fret there
and not touch that which
i thought i might, i could,
smell and see or try there
it's just lucky that i'm leaving. yes.
because i guess it might convince me
that i may not need convincing.
nor discovery. nor Luck.
that it might be ever better not to lean on luck at all.
"Travelling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican, and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson