You call it a travel
You call it a journey
You call it an adventure
You call it a venture
If you say it's all the same
One would say you're insane
Each one magnificent
Each one, still different
But the thing that decides your path
Is how you take your start

A decision to take
That will make or break
Choices are many
Choices are few
Advice are all free
Like a fruit on a tree
You got to use your brain
Whether to take bus or train
There be road, there be car
There be sky, there be plane

You shift into a mode
And your heart screams road
You have always loved the road
Never giving you any a load
You stop when you want
You eat where you want
But take a ride long
And your head gets the bong
Your back gets stiff
Numb are your hips
You take a stretch, you take a rest
And suddenly, the ride doesn't seem best

You think you wonder
There were options to ponder
A bus would be good
If you got the mood
You wonder how's a plane
You say it's lame
Options getting minus
Like cells with a virus
Finally a decision you make
Train is what you take

A journey begins, your travel starts
Relaxed, you say, "it's all about starts"

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"Starts are always difficult. But then, that's what makes them unique."