She wanders back in time to days
When laze for days she could
A well deserv-ed hi-a-tus
Time out from what’s routine
Time out then was indeed time out
No TV, mobile phones
No e-mails trailing you
To say what have you been up to?
”I’d better run,” I hear her say
A stitch in time saves nine
I’d better fly before I snap
My sanity, in tact.
My dream getaway
Would get me away
From dayless days
And nightless nights
My coveted escape
The anti-metropolis
Will lead as if on wings
To nature’s hexagonal springs
And if I get this chance
To heal of my metropolisytis
I will have made away
With a small happiness in my pouch
And if I from then
Desire to stay away
You’d know then that
I did indeed get my dream getaway
Zika's Musings 