By
Aetre
There are times
when I wish my world were an island
Floating about
in an endless sea
Where all day
I’d do nothing but play in the sand
Or rest in a
hammock
Swaying in the
gentle tropical breeze
Then every
morning I deny this wish
I say no, that’s
not where I want to be
Because after a
while, paradise would get boring
I’d get homesick
and lonely out there in the sea
So I forget it
and go to work, meet some new people
I smile at them
while they argue with me
I come home in
the afternoon and I find
Politics,
terror, and war on TV
Later, I go to
town with my friends
We do what we do
and we try what we see
I go to bed
tired and wake up in a daze
For the rhythm
and rhyme of life have
Worn me out
So I am left
with nothing but a dream of my island
Floating about
in an endless sea
Because the only
part of my life that’s free
Is my
imagination