The Writer's Travel

Goodbye cities, goodbye society, goodbye roads...
I'm flying to...the moon, stars, oz, who knows
But be assured it's a place without an end,
where a road doesn't exist, 
because roads eventually do end,
But a place, where tangibility and imagination coincide,    
where exist an unfixed route that merely travels within, 
where expectations are boundless  
and bigotry and ignorance aren't a trend. 
I'm going to write of course.