I rather like the rythem and flow.

I think this poem can be interpreted in different ways. My thought is that this poem is about how the way we think is just like, if not better, than traveling from a large, buzzling city to the country. Sometimes, just settling in thinking about our opinions, troubles, and imagination can be a greater adventure than physically traveling. I do it all of the time. However, while I love poems that have meanings or symbols, I feel like literature in general is becoming less upbeat and more about inner thoughts and opinions about the world. This poem is a bit different because it speaks rather fondly about imagination being a greater adventure than life.