The trip is worth the wait When it’s going somewhere beautiful A place of evergreens and pink skies You loved the pink sky Will it be worth the wait If you find yourself lost along the way? Travelling through thick bush Tripping over black sticks Falling... without ever having fell Sinking but never having sunk Reaching, you catch yourself, you pull yourself up, you hold yourself there for a minute And let go... Sometimes the lost trip Is the last trip you needed.











