Solo travellers
strangers, strange conversations
always attracting
Solo travellers
strangers, strange conversations
always attracting

Up and down we go
round and round as carousel
life, a wild goose chase.

Art isn’t about art
or eye of the beholder
sometimes it’s money

Eat, read, sleep, and stare
step up or you miss a stair
distractions aboard

Bridging barriers
of languages, of colours
man, hat on for ya