Monday, 17 November 2008

Just

I just want to
Go home, and forget.
Not have to think about exams,
Or university,
Or the rest of my life.
Just go home.
And maybe sleep.
On the terrace, on the veranda,
On the swing,
Sleep, and not worry.
Not care about life.
Just forget
About economics
(Seriously, who cares about money?
No one this, or in fact any,
Side of the Suez Canal)
Just leave.
Go for a walk,
And not have to go anywhere,
To go for a walk, and,
At the end of it,
Arrive at my destination
Not having accomplished anything.
Just sit, and stare into space.
Make up bad stories
About 2-D characters
Who crack even worse jokes,
And lead non-existent,
Easy, and perfectly fixable lives.
Just dream,
And not have to realise
That they will, actually,
Never ever happen.
Just stop,
And not have to start,
Forever.
Just.

1 comment:

aandthirtyeights said...

i want to sleep
like the world hasn't
ever experienced a sleeping
soul
on its barren self.

i want to sleep
like the yellow flowers
do
tired after a day of
following the blazing sun
for no reason whatsoever.

i want to sleep
like i do
each night after
knowing that i've
wasted the entire day.