Serene

When you travel you’re tossed in a tornado of sights and sounds
A tsunami of exposure flattening your brain with crushing weight
A hammer pounding you into what will be forged by the end
Everything tearing at you making you feel bolted to a Doppler seat
It’s coming, looming louder, and at the point it blows past
You’re Harry Palmer being brainwashed in The Ipcress File

And then its gone, fades away, but something’s changed
As it goes it’s not lightning but a soft dream unfolding
A parachute bloom easing everything down
The meditative inflation of a hot air balloon
Contemplative motion like a flower unfolding
Everything that’s happened expanding into a wafting breeze
To meander you wandering over breathless new terrain
That dream stunning silence at the peak you’ve become