Opening Line It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.
Tale is about a travel enthusiast, nobody loved him ergo an outcast,
The day he traveled alone was a blast, stopping him now was kind of a task,
Followed by some goons he was aghast, “what do you want from me?” he frighteningly asked,
Fight between them started at last, they didn’t know in fighting he has surpassed,
Goons were lying on the ground, with a feeling of proud he gazed downcast,
His first alone travel became a past, his travel journey in next few years grew pretty fast.
The options for travel were vast, soon his journey became a part of news and broadcast.
It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.
He traveled and traveled and remained an enthusiast.