Oh the places we will go
and the people we will meet
The adventures that will impress
on the souls of our feat
the street sounds that will filter
through our open heart and hands
as we blink through the hues
of these far and distant lands
(I don’t think Dr Seuss would have minded a wee bit of poetic license)
That episode when THE MUSE can't afford to go to Paris so she ends up trying to find the chic and shabby in Lille, Paris's neglected cousin in the North.
That episode where THE MUSE gets schooled by a group of school children and gets inspired to write a poem/ode in their honour.
The episode when THE MUSE catches a ride with cabbages in Laos and lives to pay the physio.
