Anywhere but where I am.

a poetic fantasy

Anywhere but where I am.

 

There is a world of fantasy.

Where anything is possible.

A world I visit frequently.

I’m well aware it isn’t real.

I only go there when I feel

that every day reality.

Has just become too much for me.

So I relax in my arm chair

and instantly I am elsewhere.

 

Imagination takes me there.

To any where I want to be.

Reality is hard to bear.

 So I indulge in fantasy

Go some where which has more appeal

Not always voluntarily

Those precious moments which I steal

can sometimes turn too easily.

Into a state where I don’t care.

I would  much rather be elsewhere.

 

Than doing what I’m paid to do

Always the same, nothing new.

The boredom serves to drive me to.

Seek to escape reality

Neglect responsibility.

The boss can see me sitting there

Almost upright on my hard chair.

Hard at work apparently

Exactly where I ought to be.

 

My body’s there but I am not.

I ‘ve escaped temporarily

Discontented with my lot

I much prefer my fantasy.

To the hum drum of every day

I do enough to earn my pay.

I wonder if my colleagues too

 seek to escape the way I do

I’m half convinced it must be true

 

Tuesday, 10 August 2010

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