Travel Bug

Oh I caught you good
You little travel bug,
You crawl on my hand, tickling up and down
Your colourful spots
make me watch.

You crawl on my body
Up my nose
Through my eyes
My ear canals,
As channels to my inner compas
Directing me to new places.


You little travel bug, you got inside me,
I caught your lurgy,
I've got you now
And I don't know what to do.
(I wouldn't know without you).

You're a virus and you pull me
back in,
again and again.
You're a virus, a temptress
And it's me not letting go.







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