Paper Planets

I’ve no time for reality,

There are other places I’d rather be.

Lost in the intricacies of complex plots-

Hiding the world behind slivers of tree,

Submerged in the silver screen

Or eating from the smaller crueler box

Or my own creations; day dreams, stories,

Pretend friends.

When I look out of the window

It is grey and raining

When I close my eyes

I am walking along the water’s edge

Of a tropical tripical paradise

Come back! Come back!

What to?

Back to back to back meetings

And emails

Telling me what to do

Fluorescent strobes of supermarket,

Responsibility.

No, let me travel in my mind

Let me, let me

Set me

Free.