I take a glance
it goes unreceived.
Talking without audio
trying to catch wandering eyes.
Churning up fake interest
with false conversation.
I know the story
I heard it before.
As hedgerows race past
jet trails in the sky.
I think about thinking
broomsticks flying round my head.
If only instant travel were possible
take me apart and back together again.
My particles in the sky
could I be a different person, in a different place?
So back on the merry-go-round of life
where time can be seen dancing with the devil.
Can I get off this rolling carriage
and dance?