I wish for a time
in which I wasn't.
A speck erased,
where I have no face.
A place where I'm not.
that's where I wish to be
not in endless summer
or endless jubilee.
Somewhere I cannot think
is a place where I'm free.
Not from my chains,
but because I am not.
A ticket is costly
Too much, I'm afraid
It's much more
than I could afford.
The place I want,
the place I need.
So far away,
from my home, indeed.
Until then, I'm stuck here.
With thoughts and sounds,
Waiting for the day
I'm under the ground.