Your Great Journey

like four million tons of hydrogen
 exploding on the sun
 like the whisper of the termites
 building castles in the dust
 you're no longer leaving foot prints
 you left your wallet on the bus
 Your great journey has begun
 When automatic sinks in airports
 no longer see your hands
 and elevator doors close on you
 when buses drive right past
 when the only voice that answers
 is the whir of a ceiling fan
 Your great journey has begun
 staring out hotel windows
 at planes taking off
 walking round the parking lot
 you will never find your car
 you've begun to dance the ghost dance
 stray dogs gather in your yard
 Your great journey has begun