Standing in the sand, smelling salty waters,
Of the Caribbean seas, through the cold vibrant breeze.
Watching all the tall, happy, swaying coco nut trees,
And when you sniffle a little of the bake and shark it makes you want to sneeze.

Then take a walk in our rivers and cook up a curry *** or stew,
With fish coo coo and a little calla-loo.
and you take a bite and you taste buds and glands spring water of the delicious flavors that makes you say mhmmm.    

Afterwards you can visit the reefs and see the dancing colors of the under water reefs,
Of the Caribbean seas, where I'm from and would always love to be.

But tho forget, it's Carnival time so come in your costumes and with your coolers because you're coming out to fete,
And tho forget, when you step out on "D" road of jouvert morning until night listen to the Soca music,
And let it rap you up and run through your ears with melodies that will make you want to bep.

Oh yes the Caribbean dream, where every man's a king and every woman's a queen.

"Mhmmm hmm hmm"

Here I sit, at the fountain in the mall, with this soothing melody of an unknown voice whispering through my headphones, my backpack on, eating cup noodles and procrastinating on my studies; A mother with her approximately 5 year old child sits down in front of me.

From the back, she looks like she's twenty-something with a slim, fragile body and her hair cut short. Her son is holding onto her with his right hand and onto a balloon with his left. It seems like time stopped for the kid. He stares at the fountain with a fascinated glance in his eyes as the water rises high up, up to the second floor. The mother and her kid get up eventually after a few minutes. I look around.

Hundreds of people are rushing through the shops, satisfying themselves, drunk from materialism. Watching them feels like I'm watching a time lapse. They are running around, worrying about the future while I am trying to get lost in the moment.

A quote by Nietzsche pops up on a screen, that usually plays advertisements and catches my attention. It says that people are generally in a hurry because everyone is trying to escape themselves.

Hah! What an ironic situation this is.
Someone's shopping bag bumps into me and pulls me back to reality. I realize that the track that was playing through my headphones stopped long ago. It seems like it just kept going on in my head as i got lost. I sigh, get up and make my way home.

"Take me to another place", I mumble as I make my way through the crowds. I don't exactly know why I said that, what I meant and what or rather who should take me away from here. I just hope to, one day, find someone to escape reality with.