The Tourist

All seems different, in black and sepia A passerby, and her detailed agenda, Even a kiosk, selling some food and bounty For my eyes I trained now to capture! The roads which led us out of people's city The roads with, same concrete same tar back home, The things around, the scene across, Alien, and pretty for that was different. Even the markets and souk we visit, For every penny spent is something gained, Something more than what we require, Something taken, with a collector's notion. Eyes and spirit, measures the newness, Excitement which is with anything new Chatter and talk revolves on Important For anything frivilous, with us is back home! You are a different person, you change, There is a perception, you dust and pick And some flaws you drop along the way, Experience, once when you grow, evolve. The time is different, proably in future you live, Tales you will collect, Memories built, On the way back, a smile will linger, For all you saw, is with you to stay!