When I was young I went to India

in a car with a friend,

blindfolded,

and with my ears all clogged-up

I was an isolated, insulated, egotistic,

unexperienced joke,

geographically on the move,

but with a head that stood still

in time & space, impossible to pry open,

with a mind encircling itself

Had I journeyed Turkey, Syria, Iraq,

Pakistan, India & Nepal

with my present old boy experience,

I would have TRAVELLED,

but that trip, sadly, was much more in line

with what Bob Dylan says in Not Dark Yet:
“It looks like I'm moving / but I'm standing still”