Cheesecake poem

Cheesecake on the table.
Pie in the oven.
Coffee,
going somewhere,
going somewhere nice.
Going on vacation and I will not think twice.
Bags packed and I will be leaving to the sound of mice.
I will be going to somewhere tropical,
somewhere with sandy beaches,
somewhere that makes me feel alive,
because I got my suntan lotion on and my sunglasses,
and I am going to go swimming in the oceans,
I am going to see all the little fishes,
I am going to lay under the sun and the clouds,
I am going to play a little roulette at the casino,
I am going to drink,
I am going to get really loud,
real loud under the neon lights.
And I am going to flirt with the hostesses,
and I am going to stumble out into the street,
and look up at the stars in the sky.
And I am going to find my hotel room,
and feel like I am going to die,
and I am going to lay there in my drunken stupor,
whilst the radio plays and the room it sways,
and away from the world and its frantic pace,
what a relief is relaxation these days,
for relief from modern stresses is far less than we wish,
so, I am going to take my holiday now,
and as soon as I can because death comes to us all,
and far too soon,
and I am not ready for a permanent holiday,
I just want some time to myself.
I want to explore for in modern life,
life is often a bore and what for,
you got to live you know.
You have to enjoy yourself for what good is wealth,
if you all you get is stressed,
so, I am going to go on holiday a lot more,
because I will not live a short life if I can help it,
that is for sure,
because happiness in this chaotic mess,
that we know as the world is not for me,
and so, I am leaving permanently,
and I am going to go and enjoy myself and be myself,
and do something I enjoy,
because what good is the point of living a life,
that is so full of stress and weary and dull,
there is no reason,
no reason at all,
and I will not remember the place that I have left,
I will not remember those nameless faces of people,
that I have worked with,
and whose names,
I have never remembered to remember before,
and I will not remember the town that I lived in,
because it means nothing to me,
and I will never think of it again.
For I want to be a new me,
free from the old me,
free from life’s daily grind and its misery.
So, I am going to go on holiday,
and go to the coast and the mediterranean sea.
I am going to go to Rome,
Athens,
Greece,
Italy.
France and Sicily,
I am going to go wherever I can relax,
I am going to go and eat the local food,
and drink a little wine,
and learn some languages and take my time,
and visit the art galleries,
and I am going to listen to the traditional music,
and meet the people,
and talk as best as I can in their language,
and see their smiles and be welcomed into their homes,
and also cross the mediterranean on the ferries,
enjoy the views,
and maybe fall in love but we shall see,
we shall see.
But no matter what and no matter how far I roam,
and no matter how many miles I will walk,
it will not matter to me at all,
for all that matters is that I am happy,
and all that matters is to be far away,
from the stresses of my old life,
far away from a place that I did not enjoy living in,
and far away from those who I do not care for,
and closer to my family, in the mediterranean,
and in the mediterranean how great it will be,
love,
joy,
inspiration and happiness,
far away from the old me.
Yes, a new me I will be,
and there I will sit,
there I will sit reflecting contentedly,
by the beautiful blue sea,
by the beautiful blue sea.

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