Imaginary Oasis

I want to just rip the fabric of space in my feet

And jump into where I could silently sleep

Free from the rules of reality

Humans shaped in desire and conceit

A bed besides an alarm clock still

With every second ticking at each hour

Keeping up  with the pace of this mind

Crawling the roads of survival

I don’t want a city to rule

I just want a space for myself

A refuge against disastrous uncertainty

Free of fear and lack of control

But I am only a moving flesh

Kept in place by gravity

Of an earth so much larger than me

Rotating around a hell-fire sun

Still, rather than living in this wilderness

I should slip past this hole in front of my face

Just for an hour or a two, to somewhere

I am myself, alone and free.