you want to run away
fleet-footed Mercury
hidden in a hoodie
or fly if only the wings
we’re big enough
big enough to carry you
and all the baggage
still where would you go
when everywhere exciting
is filled with people bored
they’re bored of even the best
and you know –
you bring the world with you
wherever you end up
so mayswell stay put
’til the wind drives you on
like dust and ragged paper