Nobody Knows it But Me
There's a place that I travel,
When I want to roam
And nobody knows it but me.
The roads don't go there,
And the signs stay home
And nobody knows it but me.
It's far, far away and way, way afar,
It's over the moon and the sea,
And wherever you are going,
That's wherever you are
And nobody knows it but me.
-Patrick O'Leary
(Please try to ignore any thoughts of the Chevy Tahoe )
Sometimes, travel is a state of mind, rather than being. The journey, and not the destination, is the most important aspect. I have to say thank you to the people who have contributed to my journey; lessons learned may be difficult and painful at times, but perhaps all the more valuable. I wish us all good luck on our individual paths; may the skies be clear and our sails be full.
Dana