The Tourist

The platform was set, the carpets were laid

The reception was intimated, the trumpets were played

Pompous was the arrival, worthy of every gaze

Amidst a lot of fanfare, he took the centrestage.

With so much to take in, with so much to learn

He set off seeking erudition on every possible turn

Basking in the affection, the innocence and the zest

He loaded his gear for the upcoming arduous quest.

With the advent of the highway, his spirits beamed with glory

Laden with a dream to script his own story

The pace was boldly fixed on maximum possible throttle

His glass was always full and courage immortal.

With every passing milestone, he lost track of time

Enthusiasm was a virtue well past its prime

With monotony creeping in and a steady dependence on potions

He clinically displayed his dexterity in going through the motions.

Dwelling in fatigue, he pulled out of the race

With nothing left to conquer and nothing novel to face

As he pulled his legs up for the divine eternal rest

His halo made its way towards the lower dusky west.

He revisited his adventures through benediction and plague

The original purpose of his odyssey suddenly looked so vague

The cognition of the fact gave wings to his fascination

That the journey in itself was the final destination.