To travel

To travel
Is all I want.
Career is one big obstruction.
So are degrees.
I wish to merge it all
My passions and talents.
Along with patience.
But the people
The immediate ones.
They stay concerned.
And then the world.
Everything so sold to money.
You are judged
Evaluated, branded.
Not that it matters.
But it effects.
In all matters.
Respect, dignity, peace.
How everything is webbed
In the thing called society.
Are they not part of the same
System.
I want peace.
The same I get
On mountains
Or beside sea.
Staring into eternity
Of sky or water.
Being one with elements.
But how do I reach there.
Dependency.
I hate it.
Getting a job
Not that big a deal.
But wasting my time
Day and night
In petty issues.
That is my issue.
I believe my ways.
I have faith in cosmos.
I know my journey
Is taking me
Where I am destined to be.
But the career becomes
an obstruction.
So do degrees.
To travel
Is all I want.
But I have faith
Guess that's what matters.