Time,
if you could just move
forward.
Could I really escape?
Riches or fame,
glory without shame.
I’d ask for none.
I would want a simple,
tranquil life,
like a little yellow
submarine floating in
the ocean.
My own woman,
nestled in my little
dorm room with its
salmon walls and
oceanic views
of a far horizon
that could go like
the moments sacrificed
to be here.
My love,
I only wish
to be with me.
We would spend
an infinite moment
on the scorching sand
and crisp waters.
For once, the bitter
smell of salt water
would be alright.
For now, I remain
tethered.
the storm clouds thunder.
it grows harder
to even move forward.
Please, good sir
let me go.
Let me escape
to my mundane
paradise.
That,
that would be
enough.